Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's take a while to enlighten the youth

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

Baby, never lived in the 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 rabbit

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

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

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

I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he 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 something's
Well, what's the matter,
The way a million disappeared

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

Who the damn about me?
Me, Me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I, live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail before I

Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be of hearing
So yellin' 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 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 medal if you for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will

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 gettin' drunk her uncle
Her brother's radios and toasters by the trunk full

See, every man she ever messed wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others from the Feds
The only thing she ever loved was a of lead
And a double 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 good news and bad news, coups

A rebel with no cause in a pack of
I never lived in the slum, shot 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 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 gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

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