Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

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

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

Well, he's standin' on a corner with his system loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
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 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 hell a brother himself
Get into somethin' he out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who gives the about me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops and that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

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

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 '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 Wesson answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

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

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

Children play, women
Kids killing kids, 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 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 kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But who do you think will the youth

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

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