Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story, no to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory
In the streets of the city
I know it's shitty, but I can do the pity

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

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

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

So come and meet my man
(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 he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
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 about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little 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 jail I ho-hop

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

Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that click to my tits
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma to rip shit

Go for 'cuz 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
and hell is on earth

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

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

Some people wanna fill the
With silly love and loony 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 of fools
I never lived in the slum, never a gun
But I'll use one, make me use one

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women 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)
play, women produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
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 enlighten the youth

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