Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't any glory
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 my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

Well, he's standin' on a corner his system pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today don't no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in your

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

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

Rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a bust but something's weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a million

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail I ho-hop

Go 'head me, 'em, they may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now, everybody's got they wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool buys a history 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 you gotta, in the ghetto
You don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Well, be damned, her father's in jail
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk her uncle
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunk full

See, every man she messed 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 barreled pump the bed

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

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a to 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 will the youth

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

(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)