Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no need to 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 the pity

Baby, lived in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks
And if you try to play me I have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly 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
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today wear no bras
John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

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

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

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

Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But do you think the man will enlighten the youth

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives the damn me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, 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 rot in jail before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing
So yellin' 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, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And that click to my tits
And playgirl's rip and I'ma have to rip shit

Go for yours 'cuz you gotta, in the
You don't get a medal if you for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and 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 drunk with her uncle
Her brother's radios and toasters by the trunk full

See, every man she ever messed wind up dead
might fall 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

people wanna fill the world
With silly love songs and tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and blues
There's good news and bad news, military

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

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

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