Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a to enlighten the youth

In this of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded of the city
I know shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks 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 goin' off, in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

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

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

I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are sick and
(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, what's the matter,
The way half a million

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the damn 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 me, tell 'em, they may be hard of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be hard
And not be a fool that a history book

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

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
You don't get a medal if you for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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' radios and toasters by the full

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

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

A rebel with no cause in a of fools
I never in the slum, never shot a gun
But I'll use one, make me use one

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, 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
killing 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)
play, women 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)
Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa is lookin' for the
But who do you will enlighten the youth

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