Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me, it do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington find any glory
In the streets of the city
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never 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
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little 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 before I

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

Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that two-fifth to my tits
And gonna rip and I'ma have to rip shit

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
You don't get a medal if you settle for the
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many 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 with her
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunk full

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

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

A rebel with no in a pack of fools
I never in the slum, never shot a gun
But I'll use one, don't me use one

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

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

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