Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, women
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 bore me, it do nothin' for me
Even Denzel couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know shitty, but I can do without 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, 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 broken
Brothers to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today don't no bras
Little John Doe got a ho tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your 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 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' 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, women
killing kids, just for the juice
Now is lookin' for the truth
But do you think the other man will the youth

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the 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 lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they be hard rocks
And not be a fool buys a history book

Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And two-fifth click to my tits
And playgirl's rip and I'ma have to rip shit

Go for yours 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 and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Well, be damned, her father's 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 ever messed would wind up
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' the Feds
The only thing she ever loved was a of lead
And that's a double pump underneath the bed

people wanna fill the world
With silly love and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and moody
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 I'll use one, don't me use one

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, produce
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a while to 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 kids, just for the juice
Now is lookin' for the truth
But who do you will 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)