Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna 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 overcrowded streets of the
I know shitty, but I can do without the pity

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

Well, he's standin' on a corner his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off 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?)
He's smokin', but not a cigarette
(Speak on it, Pep)

I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get into 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' they 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, just for the
Now Africa is for the truth
But do you the other man will enlighten the youth

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Who the damn 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 rot in jail before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be hard
And not be a fool that 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 gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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

Some wanna fill the world
With silly love songs and tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and blues
There's good news and bad news, military

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna a while 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 will enlighten the youth

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

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