Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a 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 overcrowded streets of the
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

Well, he's standin' on a corner with his pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to wear their pants off their ass

Girls, today don't no bras
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
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 lets himself
Get into he can't out of?
A lot of my are sick and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Who the damn 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 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, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that click to my tits
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma have to rip

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

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well, everybody be damned, her father's in
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her
Her brother's sellin' 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 that's a double barreled pump the bed

Some people wanna fill the
With silly love songs and loony
And got sad songs, mad songs and moody blues
There's good news and bad news, 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
killing 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, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna take a while to 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 will enlighten the youth

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

(Heaven and is on earth)
play, women produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But who do you think will the youth
(Heaven and is on earth)