Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me, it do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington find any glory
In the streets of the city
I know it's shitty, but I can do without the

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

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

Girls, today don't wear no
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
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 wonder how the hell a lets himself
Get into he can't out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now is lookin' for the truth
But do you think the other man will enlighten the

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

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

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

Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth 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 other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

Some people fill the world
With silly love songs and loony
And some got sad songs, mad and moody blues
good news and bad news, military coups

A with no cause 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 killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna take a to enlighten the youth

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

(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)