Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children women produce
Kids killing just for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this of the story no need to bore me
It can't do nothin' for me even Denzel Washington couldn't any

In the streets of the city
I it's (shitty) but I can do without the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I wrecks
And if you try to play me I won't it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

(Well) He's on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers like to their pants fallin' off their ass
today don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
carries a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

So and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get into he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my are sick and tired (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
and hell 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 that's a lot,
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now everybody's got
They wanna be 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 kids
If nothin's gonna then I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you for the drama
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Well everybody be damned, her in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and by the trunkful
See, every man she messed would wind up dead
Some fall in jail, others runnin' from 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 with love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and blues
The good news is God's news, with Him you can't
Hell is here on earth, the heaven you can
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth