Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do for me
Even Denzel Washington find any glory
In the streets of the city
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

Well, he's standin' on a corner with his pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers like to wear 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 hell a lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my are sick 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

play, women produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now is lookin' for the truth
But do you think the other man will enlighten the

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 that I got, Pops and a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

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

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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

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

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

A with no cause 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, women
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)
play, women 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 the youth

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

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