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 the youth

In edition of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks
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 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, today don't no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And stick a .45 in your 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 himself
Get into somethin' he out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(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

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who gives the damn me?
Me, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops and that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in jail before I

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

Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that two-fifth 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 settle for the
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my and Wesson will answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

See, every man she ever messed would up dead
Some fall in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
The only thing she ever loved was a piece of
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 blues
There's good and bad news, military coups

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

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

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