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 it's gonna take a while to enlighten the

In this of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know it's shitty, but I can do the pity

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

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

Girls, don't wear no bras
John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

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

I wonder how the hell a brother lets
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
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug but something's weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way half a million

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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 that's a lot,
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, got guns they wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool that buys a book

Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that click 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 medal if you for the drama
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

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

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

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

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

play, women produce
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, women
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a while to 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)
Children play, women
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
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa is lookin' for the
But who do you think will enlighten the
(Heaven and is on earth)