Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me, it do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington find any glory
In the overcrowded of the city
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, lived 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 have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a 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 broken
Brothers like to their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today don't no bras
John 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?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette
(Speak on it, Pep)

I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he 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, what's the matter,
The way half a million

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
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, what? Me, yeah, 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 before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now, everybody's got guns wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool 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 have to rip

Go for 'cuz you gotta, in the ghetto
You don't get a medal if you for the drama
She's a and the other terminal cancer
Ask too questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

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

See, every man she messed would wind up dead
Some fall in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
The only thing she loved 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 good news and bad news, military

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

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

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

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

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