Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

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 have it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

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

Girls, today don't 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?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette
(Speak on it, Pep)

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

on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a bust but something's weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a disappeared

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who the damn about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops and that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in jail before I

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

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

Go for 'cuz you gotta, in the ghetto
You get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

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

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

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

A rebel with no cause in a 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 gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, produce
killing kids, just 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 for the truth
But who do you think will 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 will enlighten the youth

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