Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory
In the streets 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 me I won't have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

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

Girls, today don't no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your

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

I wonder how the hell a brother himself
Get into 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 disappeared

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

Go 'head me, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be 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 click to my
And gonna rip and I'ma have to rip shit

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
You get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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 will enlighten the

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