Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play women
Kids kids just for the juice
Now is looking for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

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

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

(Well) He's on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls don't wear no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in face

So and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a (Speak on it, Pep)
I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are and tired (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that 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 a damn about me?
(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I
or die, laugh or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops, and that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in jail before I
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now got guns
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 'cause you gotta
In the ghetto you get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

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

people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The good news is news, with Him you can't lose
Hell is on earth, the heaven you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth