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 to enlighten the youth

In this of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington find any glory
In the overcrowded 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 me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

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

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

So come and 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 somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but something's
Well, what's the matter,
The way a million disappeared

Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now is lookin' for the truth
But do you think the man will enlighten the youth

and hell 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 that I got, Pops and a lot, Hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop

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

Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
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 settle for the
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

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

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

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

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