Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

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

Baby, never lived in the or the projects
But I my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks havoc
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 his system pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to wear their fallin' off their ass

Girls, don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in 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 friends are sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

Children play, produce
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 the damn about me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they be hard rocks
And not be a fool that buys a book

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

Go for yours 'cuz you gotta, in the
You get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a and the other terminal 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
Sister's on the screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the full

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

Some people wanna fill the
With silly songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad and moody blues
good 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, make me use one

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

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

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

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

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