Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded of the city
I know shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, lived in the ghetto or the projects
But I my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

Well, standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their pants 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 she'll a .45 in your face

So come and meet my man
(Yo, up, Brett?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette
(Speak on it, Pep)

I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get into he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

Rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a drug but something's weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way half a disappeared

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa is lookin' for the
But do you the other man will enlighten the youth

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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 jail before I

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now, everybody's got guns they 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 click to my tits
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma to rip shit

Go for yours 'cuz you gotta, in the
You don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my and Wesson will answer

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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

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

Some people fill the world
silly love songs and loony tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs and moody blues
There's good news and bad news, coups

A rebel no cause in a pack of fools
I never lived in the slum, shot a gun
But I'll use one, make me use one

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
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)
play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But who do you think enlighten the youth

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