Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
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 ain't do for me
Even Denzel Washington find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim and Hi-Techs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

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 glass
Brothers like to wear their pants off their ass

Girls, today wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in face

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

I how the hell 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
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug but something's weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a disappeared

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

Who gives the damn me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all I got, Pops and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be 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 buys a book

Not me, need 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 if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer

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 her uncle
Her brother's radios and toasters by the trunk full

See, man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some fall 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 people wanna the world
With silly love and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and moody
good news and bad news, military coups

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

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

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

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