Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, women
Kids kids just for the juice
Now africa is looking for the
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

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

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 my tim boots and hi-tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

(well) standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream 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
Little john doe got a ho tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

So come and my man brett (yo, what up, brett? )
He's smokin', but it's not a (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the hell a lets himself
Get into he can't out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and (sick of who? )
The police (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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Who gives a damn me?
(huh? ) me (what? ), me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and i
Live or die, or cry
I'm all I got, pops, and that's a lot, hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now got guns
They be hard rocks and not be a fool
buys a history book
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's gonna flip then have to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many and my smith and wesson will 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 gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' the feds
(the only thing she loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled underneath the bed

Some people wanna fill the world silly love songs and looney tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The good news is god's news, with him you lose
Hell is here on earth, the you can choose
a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth