Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play produce
Kids killing just for the juice
Now is looking for the truth
But it's take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story no to bore me
It can't do nothin' for me even Washington couldn't find any

In the overcrowded streets of the
I know (shitty) but I can do without the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I wrecks
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

(Well) He's standin' on a corner his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off ass
Girls today wear no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your

So come and meet my man (Yo, what up, Brett?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my are sick and tired (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way a million disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Who gives a about me?
(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I
or die, laugh or cry
I'm all I got, Pops, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail before I
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now got guns
They be hard rocks and not be a fool
buys a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If gonna flip then I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Well everybody be damned, her father's in
Sister's on the screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she messed would wind up dead
Some might in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
(The thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a pump underneath the bed

Some people fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and blues
The good news is God's news, with Him you can't
Hell is here on earth, the you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, where I'm comin' from?
one, you better choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on