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 gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

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

Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I 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 his system pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers like to wear their fallin' off their ass

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

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

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

on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a bust but something's weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way half a disappeared

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

Who gives the damn me?
Me, Me, yeah, little 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 me, tell 'em, they may be hard of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool buys a history book

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

Go for yours 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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

See, every man she ever messed would up dead
might fall in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
The only thing she ever loved was a of lead
And that's a double barreled underneath the bed

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

A rebel with no in a pack of fools
I never lived in the slum, shot a gun
But I'll use one, don't me use one

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, produce
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

(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 enlighten the
(Heaven and is on earth)