Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me, it do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never 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, this kid is not a rabbit

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

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

So come and meet my man
(Yo, up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a
(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, pickin' on, on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a million

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

Who the damn 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 jail before I

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

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

Go for yours 'cuz you gotta, in the
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 gettin' drunk with her
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunk full

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

Some people fill 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 of fools
I never lived in the slum, shot a gun
But use one, don't make me use one

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

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

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