Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna take a 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 overcrowded of the city
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim and Hi-Techs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

Well, he's standin' on a corner with his pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
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 John Doe got a ho tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

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

I wonder how the hell a brother himself
Get into somethin' he out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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 a lot, Hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop

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

Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma have to rip

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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