Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
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
Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory
In the streets of the city
I know it's shitty, but I can do the pity

Baby, never lived in the 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
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

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

So and meet 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 and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

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

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

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 'cuz you gotta, in the ghetto
You get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

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

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

people wanna fill the world
With 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 lived in the slum, never a gun
But I'll use one, make me use one

Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
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)