Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

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

Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
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 with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today don't no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in 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 himself
Get somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

Rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but something's
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a disappeared

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops and a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now, everybody's got guns 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 two-fifth click to my tits
And playgirl's 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 gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, 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)