Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play produce
Kids killing kids for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

In the streets of the city
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 me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

(Well) He's standin' on a corner with his pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't wear no
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your

So and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get into somethin' he out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a million

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who gives a damn 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 I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now everybody's got
They wanna be hard and not be a fool
That a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's gonna flip then have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours 'cause you
In the you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

Some people wanna fill the world with 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, know where I'm from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth