Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't find any
In the overcrowded of the city
I know it's shitty, but I can do without the

Baby, never lived in the or the projects
But I my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

Well, he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin'
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today don't no bras
John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

So come and meet my man
(Yo, up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a
(Speak on it, Pep)

I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

Rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, 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

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa is for the truth
But do you the other man will enlighten the youth

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Who the damn about me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops and a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail before I

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns wanna be hard rocks
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
And playgirl's gonna rip and have to rip shit

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
You don't get a medal if you for the drama
She's a and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Well, be damned, her father's in jail
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and by the trunk full

See, every man she ever messed would wind up
Some might in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
The only she ever loved was a piece of lead
And that's a barreled pump underneath the bed

Some people wanna the world
With silly love songs and loony
And got sad songs, mad songs and moody blues
There's news and bad news, military coups

A rebel with no cause in a of fools
I lived in the slum, never shot a gun
But I'll use one, make me use one

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But who do you will enlighten the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now is lookin' for the truth
But who do you think will enlighten the

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa is for the truth
But who do you think enlighten the youth
(Heaven and is on earth)