Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

play, women produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
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 of the city
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 Hi-Techs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

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

Girls, don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
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 lets himself
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
that they got one of 'em
It was a bust but something's weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way half a disappeared

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa is lookin' for the
But do you think the man will enlighten the youth

and hell is on earth
Heaven and 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 before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be hard
And not be a fool buys a history 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 get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

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

See, every man she ever messed wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, 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 songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad and moody blues
There's good 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

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

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