Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
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 Washington couldn't find any
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim and Hi-Techs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

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

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

So and meet my man Brett
(Yo, up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but 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 sick and
(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, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a disappeared

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

Heaven and hell is on
and hell 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 before I ho-hop

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

Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth to my tits
And playgirl's gonna rip and have to rip shit

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
You get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

Some people fill the world
With silly love and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad 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 killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
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, for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But who do you will enlighten the youth

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