Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In edition of the story, no need to bore 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, lived in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

Well, he's standin' on a corner with his pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

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

So come and my man Brett
(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 are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

Children play, produce
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But do you think the other man will enlighten the

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, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now, got guns they wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool that a history book

Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
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 don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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' 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 double barreled pump the bed

Some people wanna fill the
With silly songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad and moody blues
There's news and bad news, military coups

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

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

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

(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 the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, 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)