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 enlighten the

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

Baby, never lived in the 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
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

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

Girls, today wear no bras
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 wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa is lookin' for the
But do you think the man will enlighten the youth

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Who gives the about 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 at the top of your lungs
Now, got guns they wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool buys a history book

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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

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

Some people wanna the world
silly love songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad and moody blues
good news and bad news, military coups

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

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

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

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

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