Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

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

In this edition of the story no need to 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 the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

(Well) He's standin' on a corner his system pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
today don't wear no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in your

So come and meet my man (Yo, what up, Brett?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get somethin' 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, pickin' on, on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a million

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives a damn me?
(Huh?) 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 I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now everybody's got
wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That a history book
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's flip then I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours 'cause you
In the ghetto you don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will

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 night gettin' drunk her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and by the trunkful
See, every man she ever would wind up dead
Some might in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
(The thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled underneath the bed

Some people wanna fill the world with silly songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and blues
The good news is news, with Him you can't lose
Hell is here on earth, the you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin'
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on