Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, women
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna 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 Washington couldn't find any
In the overcrowded streets of the
I know it's shitty, but I can do without the

Baby, lived in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

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

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

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

I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

Rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way half a million

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who gives the damn me?
Me, Me, yeah, little 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 rot in jail before I ho-hop

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

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

Go for yours 'cuz you gotta, in the
You get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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

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

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

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
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, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
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 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 think enlighten the youth
(Heaven and is on earth)