Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't any glory
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 wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

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

Girls, today don't no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
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 how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into he can't out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

Rollin' on 'em, on, holdin' on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but something's
Well, what's the matter,
The way a million disappeared

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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

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

Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And two-fifth click to my tits
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma have to rip

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

Some people fill the world
With silly songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and blues
good news and bad news, military coups

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

Children play, produce
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's take 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 it's gonna take a 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 who do you think enlighten the youth

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