Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
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 streets of the city
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, lived in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

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

Girls, today don't no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in 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 hell a brother himself
Get into he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now is lookin' for the truth
But do you think the other man enlighten the youth

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Who gives the about 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 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 they wanna be hard
And not be a fool that buys a book

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well, everybody be damned, her father's in
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's 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 pump the bed

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

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

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

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

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