Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, 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 do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington find any glory
In the streets of the city
I know it's shitty, but I can do the pity

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

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

Girls, don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
carries a can of mace
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 himself
Get somethin' he can't out of?
A lot of my friends are sick and
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who the damn about me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I, or die, laugh or cry
I'm all I got, Pops and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

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

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

Go for yours 'cuz you gotta, in the
You don't get a medal if you settle for the
She's a gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well, be damned, her father's in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night 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 in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
The only thing she ever loved was a of lead
And that's a double barreled underneath the bed

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

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

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's take a while to enlighten 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)
Children play, produce
killing kids, just for the juice
Now is lookin' for the truth
But who do you think will enlighten the

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