Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us in prison
Every there's war
your Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

day, life's a struggle for me
If I do it, who else gon' hustle for me?
in me, invest, achieve with me
If you starve, how you gon' eat with me?
These streets is hell, for black males
Pick your cell, jail
Our options are few, is plenty
For someone with my eyes and skin as a penny

Raised up in Babylon, kings of king from the
Enslave us Africans, me to carry gun
man, angry man
Likkle beg a man
Pistol shoot, ring
going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Gong
to bucktown
Get fucked by right or wrong, our system corrupt now
Illegal bis the district
Original gun click, bun a natural

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

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

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us in prison
Every where war
your Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Yo I walk on the
Trap with Fox scuffing, knowledge
Tired of ghetto children with nothing
Kids robbing fo' their three
Sticking up three
to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap airs
Guns busting, sticking
covered the stricken
Many of my ain't niggas
The story was written by the corrupted who's only is to oppress
If I ain't believe in jah, put a hole through their chest
But I'm civilized, focus on breaking their system
Stacking paper isn't the goal, it's the
Direct your energies, not on your enemies
But rather on increasing your over centuries
This is meant to warfare with
My legacy is something to over centuries

Gun
The red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in
Every where war
Keep Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Gun
The red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

up
I'm like the trees by the rivers
wud a prefer si wi running wanted
Wicked rewind, the gunshot means forward
Yuh request this suh we
Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun
I'm like the trees by the planted
Babylonian wud a prefer si wi running
The yutes dem hungry, and di dem want bread
Dem fi kill wi when wi have wi tings a walk wid
now
Dem nuh waan wi fi in a di streets
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 firm up pon yuh