Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know it's shitty, but I can do the pity

Baby, never lived in the or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I havoc
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 with his system pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
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 stick a .45 in your face

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

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

Rollin' on 'em, on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug but something's weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way a million disappeared

Children play, women
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa is lookin' for the
But do you think the other man enlighten the youth

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be hard
And not be a that buys a history book

Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And that click to my tits
And playgirl's rip and I'ma have to rip shit

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

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

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

play, women produce
Kids kids, just 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, women
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)
play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But who do you think will enlighten the

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