Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never lived in the 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
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

Well, he's standin' on a with his system pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to their pants 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 she'll stick a .45 in face

So come and meet my man
(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 and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Who gives the about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, or die, laugh or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops and that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in jail before I

Go 'head me, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So keep 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 rock to my
And that click to my tits
And playgirl's rip and I'ma have 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 and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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