Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In edition of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know it's shitty, but I can do the pity

Baby, never lived in the or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

Well, standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
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 Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

So and meet my man Brett
(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 are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

play, women produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But do you the other 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, or die, laugh 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 keep at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be hard
And not be a that buys a history book

Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that click to my tits
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma to rip shit

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

and hell 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 by the trunk full

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, 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)