Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't any glory
In the streets 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 wrecks
And if you try to play me I have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

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

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

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 sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a bust but something's weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
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, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, or die, laugh or cry
I'm all that I got, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop

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

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

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
You don't get a medal if you settle for the
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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

See, every man she ever would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from the
The only thing she ever loved was a of lead
And that's a double barreled pump 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, coups

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

Children play, women
killing 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)
Children play, produce
killing kids, just 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, women
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But who do you think enlighten the youth

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

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