Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto 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

Every day, life's a for me
If I don't do it, who gon' hustle for me?
Believe in me, invest, with me
If you starve, how you gon' eat with me?
These streets is hell, for young black
your cell, cracker jail
Our options are few, temptation is
For someone with my eyes and skin dark as a

Raised up in Babylon, kings of from the slums
us Africans, raised me to carry gun
Hungry man, man
Likkle beg a man
Pistol shoot, alarm
Preacher going sing a song, chant a rappa pom
Big up Gong
Welcome to
Get fucked by right or wrong, our whole corrupt now
bis control the district
Original gun click, bun a mystic

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, want us locked in prison
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
The police corrupt, want us locked in prison
Every there's war
your Smif-N-Wessun (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 adventure, like Babylon dem fiyah cave in
Send some wid live wires, intelligent arranging
Ain't no mad and crazy when di fiyah raging
Blaze up, up
Ghetto yutes a up
Now dem get dem full awareness, Babylon yuh up
Declaration of the rights gave us
Every man have a right to decide his, own destiny and wi neva gave up
Mentally and physically they wanna 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
up, gates up
Mek mi talk bout, touch

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

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

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto fiyah gun
The corrupt, they want us locked in prison
where there's war
Keep Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto 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 means rewind, the gunshot forward
Yuh request suh we rewind
Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun
I'm like the trees by the planted
wud a prefer si wi running wanted
The yutes dem hungry, and di yutes dem want
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 affi guh meet
Di dem have dem goal dem would a want fi live fi see it
We hard, stay firm up pon yuh feet