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 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 shitty, but I can do without 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 won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

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 like to wear pants fallin' off their ass

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

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

I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get into 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' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but something's
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a disappeared

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

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Who the damn about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little 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, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now, everybody's got guns they be hard rocks
And not be a fool buys a history book

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

Some wanna fill the world
silly love songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and 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 I'll use one, make me use one

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a 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 who do you think will enlighten the

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

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