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 take a while to the youth

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

Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly 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 glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off ass

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

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

I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little 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 I ho-hop

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

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well, be damned, her father's 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, every man she ever messed would up dead
Some might in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
The thing she ever loved was a piece of lead
And a double barreled pump underneath the bed

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

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

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

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

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