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 while to enlighten the

In this edition of the story, no to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know it's shitty, but I can do the pity

Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

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

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

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

I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he out of?
A lot of my friends are and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the damn 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 jail I ho-hop

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

Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And two-fifth 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 medal if you for the drama
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well, everybody be damned, her 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 up dead
Some might in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
The only thing she ever loved was a of lead
And a double barreled pump underneath the bed

Some wanna fill the world
With silly songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad and moody blues
There's 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 use one, don't make me use one

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

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

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

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