Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, women
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's take 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 overcrowded of the city
I know it's shitty, but I can do without the

Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

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

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

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

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

on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a bust but something's weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way half a million

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa is for the truth
But do you think the other man will the youth

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Who the damn about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little 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 rather rot in before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be hard of
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now, got guns they wanna 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
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma to rip shit

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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

See, man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, runnin' from the Feds
The only thing she ever was a piece of lead
And that's a barreled pump underneath the bed

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

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
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 for the truth
But who do you will enlighten the youth

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
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)