Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

play, women 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 need to me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't find any
In the streets of the city
I know shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, lived in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

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

Girls, today don't no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in face

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

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

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Who gives the damn me?
Me, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail I ho-hop

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

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

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

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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