Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a bust but something's weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a million

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who the damn 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 a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

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

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

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 questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

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

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
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

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

(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 enlighten the

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women 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)