Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

play, women produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story, no need to me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't find any
In the streets 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 me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

Girls, don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

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

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

Rollin' on 'em, on, holdin' on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way a million disappeared

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who gives the about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops and a lot, Hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now, everybody's got guns wanna be hard rocks
And not be a fool buys a history book

Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that click to my tits
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma to rip shit

Go for 'cuz you gotta, in the ghetto
You get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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

See, every man she ever messed would wind up
Some might fall in jail, others from the Feds
The thing she ever loved was a piece of lead
And that's a double barreled underneath the bed

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

A rebel with no cause in a of fools
I never lived in the slum, never a gun
But use one, don't make me use one

Children play, women
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's take a while to enlighten the youth

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

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

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