Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't 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 Hi-Techs and I 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 his system pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in your

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

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

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell 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 that I got, Pops and a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail 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 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 to rip shit

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

Some people wanna the world
With silly songs and loony tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs and moody blues
There's 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 I'll use one, make me use one

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a while to 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 enlighten 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 enlighten the

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