Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

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

Baby, lived in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

Girls, today don't wear no
Little John Doe got a ho tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

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

I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into he can't out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(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

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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 that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

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

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

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 other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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' radios and toasters by the full

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

Some people wanna the world
With silly love songs and loony
And got sad songs, mad songs and moody blues
There's good news and bad news, military

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna take a to enlighten the youth

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

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