Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a 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 it's shitty, but I can do the pity

Baby, lived 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, kid is not a silly rabbit

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

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

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

I wonder how the hell a brother himself
Get into he can't 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 drug but something's weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a disappeared

Children play, women
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 damn 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, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool buys a history book

Not me, I'll 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 'cuz you gotta, in the
You don't get a medal if you settle for the
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well, everybody be damned, her in jail
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' with her uncle
Her brother's radios 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 only she ever loved was a piece of lead
And that's a double barreled pump the bed

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

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

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

(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 will the youth
(Heaven and is on earth)