Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

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

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

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

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

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

I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get into somethin' he out of?
A lot of my friends are and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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
Heaven and hell is on

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, they may be of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool that buys a history

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

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

Some people wanna the world
With silly love songs and loony
And some got sad songs, mad songs and blues
good news 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

Children play, 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, just for the
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 lookin' for the
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 for the truth
But who do you think enlighten the youth

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