Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
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 Denzel Washington couldn't find any
In the streets of the city
I know it's shitty, but I can do without the

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

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

Girls, don't wear no bras
John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in your

So come and meet my man
(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 drug but something's weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way half a million

play, women produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now is lookin' for the truth
But do you the other man will enlighten the youth

Heaven and hell is on
and hell 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 that I got, Pops and a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

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

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Well, everybody be damned, her father's in
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 messed would wind up
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from the
The only thing she ever loved was a of lead
And that's a double pump underneath the bed

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

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

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

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