Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory
In the streets of the city
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 play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

Girls, today don't no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in 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 brother lets
Get somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Who gives the damn me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, 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 keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be rocks
And not be a that buys a history book

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

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
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 Wesson answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

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

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
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 to 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 will 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 think will enlighten the

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women 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)