Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
The police corrupt, they us locked in prison
Every there's war
Keep your (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, 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 gon' hustle for me?
Believe in me, invest, achieve me
If you starve, how you gon' eat with me?
These streets is hell, for black males
your cell, cracker jail
Our options are few, temptation is
For someone my eyes and skin dark as a penny

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

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

Yeah, blazing,
dem bad and brazen
Dem yute like adventure, Babylon dem fiyah cave in
Send some wid natural live wires, intelligent
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
Declaration of the rights rastafari us
Every man have a right to his, own destiny and right wi neva gave up
Mentally and physically they enslave us
Nah guh be dem sacrifice in dis age us
Fight fi life and mi culture, a rastafari save 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, want us locked in prison
Every there's war
Keep Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Yo I on the avenue
Trap with Fox scuffing, kicking
Tired of seeing ghetto children nothing
robbing fo' their three squares
Sticking up three
Hands to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap
busting, blades sticking
Bandanas covered the
Many of my ain't 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 through chest
But I'm civilized, focus on breaking their system
Stacking paper isn't the goal, it's the
Direct your mind's energies, not on your
But rather on your charity over centuries
This is meant to warfare solidarity
My legacy is something to celebrate over

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

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