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 gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story, no need to me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington 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 boots and Hi-Techs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

Well, he's standin' on a with his system pumpin' 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, today don't wear no
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

So and meet 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 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' that got one of 'em
It was a drug but something's weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way a million disappeared

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

Heaven and is on earth
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 I got, Pops and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail before I

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now, everybody's got they wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool 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 have to rip shit

Go for 'cuz you gotta, in the ghetto
You don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Well, be damned, her father's in jail
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the 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 in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
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 moody
There's good and bad news, military coups

A rebel 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 lookin' for the
But gonna take a while to enlighten 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 gonna take a while to 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)
Children play, 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)
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)