Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The corrupt, they want us locked in prison
where there's war
Keep your (right)
Gun
The red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Every day, a struggle for me
If I don't do it, who else gon' for me?
Believe in me, invest, with me
If you don't starve, how you gon' eat me?
These streets is hell, for young males
Pick your cell, cracker
Our are few, temptation is plenty
For someone with my eyes and skin as a penny

up in Babylon, kings of king from the slums
Enslave us Africans, raised me to gun
Hungry man, man
yute beg a man
Pistol shoot, ring
Preacher going a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Junior
Welcome to
Get fucked by right or wrong, our system corrupt now
bis control the district
Original gun click, bun a natural

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The corrupt, they want us locked in prison
The ghetto red hot, ghetto fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in
where there's war
Keep your (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Yeah, blazing,
Yute dem bad and
Dem yute like adventure, like Babylon dem cave in
Send wid natural live wires, intelligent arranging
Ain't no mad and crazy riot when di fiyah
Blaze up, up
Ghetto yutes a up
Now dem get dem full awareness, Babylon yuh up
Declaration of the rastafari gave us
Every man have a right to decide his, own destiny and right wi gave up
Mentally and physically they enslave us
Nah guh be dem in dis age await us
Fight fi life and hear mi culture, a rastafari us
Up di sword and draw mi shield, a bakkle field suh up
up, gates up
Mek mi bout, don't touch

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
The police corrupt, want us locked in prison
Every where war
Keep your (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Yo I walk on the
with Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge
Tired of seeing ghetto with nothing
Kids robbing fo' their three
up three squares
Hands to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap
Guns busting, blades
covered the stricken
Many of my niggas niggas
The story was written by the corrupted who's goal is to oppress
If I ain't believe in jah, put a hole right their chest
But I'm civilized, focus on breaking their system
Stacking paper isn't the goal, the intermission
Direct mind's energies, not on your enemies
But rather on increasing your over centuries
is meant to warfare with solidarity
My legacy is to celebrate over centuries

Gun
The red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in
where there's war
Keep your (right)
Gun
The red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

up
I'm the trees by the rivers planted
wud a prefer si wi running wanted
Wicked rewind, the gunshot means forward
Yuh request suh we rewind
Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun
I'm like the trees by the rivers
Babylonian wud a prefer si wi running
The yutes dem hungry, and di yutes dem want
Dem waan fi wi when wi have wi tings a walk wid
now
Dem nuh waan wi fi survive in a di
General yuh know di ends affi guh
Di yutes dem have dem goal dem would a want fi fi see it
We working hard, stay up pon yuh feet