Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

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

Girls, don't wear no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your

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

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

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

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the about me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, 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 jail before I

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

Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And that click to my tits
And gonna rip and I'ma have to rip shit

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

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

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

Some people wanna the world
With silly songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and moody
There's news and bad news, military coups

A rebel with no cause in a pack of
I never lived in the slum, shot a gun
But I'll use one, make me use one

Children play, produce
Kids kids, just 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 take a while to enlighten the youth

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

(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)
play, women produce
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)