Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, produce
Kids killing just for the juice
Now africa is looking for the
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story, no need to me
It can't do nothin' for me, even denzel washington couldn't any

In the overcrowded of the city
I know it's (shitty), but I can do the pity
(baby never in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

(well) standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers like to their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't wear no
john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your

So come and meet my man (yo, what up, brett? )
He's smokin', but it's not a (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get somethin' he can't out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are and tired (sick of who? )
The (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(well, the matter, spinderella? )
The way half a disappeared

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Who a damn about me?
(huh? ) 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 jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got
They wanna be hard 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 kids
If gonna flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too questions and my smith and wesson will answer

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 spends the gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' the feds
(the only thing she ever was a piece of lead)
And that's a pump underneath the bed

people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The news is god's news, with him you can't lose
Hell is on earth, the heaven you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin'
one, you better choose one

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth