Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

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

In this edition of the story, no to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington couldn't any glory
In the streets of the city
I know shitty, but I can do without 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 play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

Girls, today wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in your

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

I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he out of?
A lot of my friends are and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

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

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

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, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop

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

Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth 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 if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

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

Some people fill the world
With silly love songs and loony
And some got sad songs, mad and moody blues
There's good news and bad news, military

A rebel with no cause in a of fools
I lived in the slum, never shot a gun
But I'll use one, make me use one

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

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

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