Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
killing kids, just for the juice
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 ain't do for me
Even Washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, lived in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

Well, standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today 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 your

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

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

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

Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now is lookin' for the truth
But do you think the other man will the youth

and hell is on earth
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 hard of
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be hard
And not be a fool buys a history book

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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

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 double barreled pump the bed

Some wanna fill the world
With silly love songs and tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and blues
good news and bad news, military coups

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

Children play, produce
Kids 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 for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
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 think will the youth

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