Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me, it 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 the pity

Baby, never 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
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

Well, he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin'
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers to wear their pants fallin' 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 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 friends are sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who the damn about me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, 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, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now, got guns they wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool that buys a book

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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

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

Some people wanna the world
silly love songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad and moody 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 killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

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

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