Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The corrupt, they want us locked 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 don't do it, who gon' hustle for me?
Believe in me, invest, with me
If you starve, how you gon' eat with me?
streets is hell, for young black males
Pick cell, cracker jail
Our options are few, is plenty
For someone with my eyes and dark as a penny

Raised up in Babylon, of king from the slums
Enslave us Africans, raised me to gun
Hungry man, man
Likkle beg a man
shoot, ring alarm
Preacher going sing a song, chant a rappa pom
Big up Gong
to bucktown
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, ghetto yutes gun
The police corrupt, want us locked in prison
The ghetto red hot, ghetto fiyah gun
The police corrupt, 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

Yeah, blazing,
Yute dem bad and
Dem yute like adventure, Babylon dem fiyah cave in
Send some wid live wires, intelligent arranging
Ain't no mad and riot when di fiyah raging
Blaze up, up
Ghetto yutes a up
Now dem get dem awareness, Babylon yuh days up
of the rights rastafari gave us
Every man have a right to decide his, own destiny and right wi neva up
Mentally and physically they wanna us
Nah guh be dem in dis age await us
Fight fi and hear mi culture, a rastafari save 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 there's war
Keep your (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, kicking
Tired of seeing ghetto children nothing
robbing fo' their three squares
Sticking up three
Hands to the sky, soul searching, cheap airs
busting, blades sticking
Bandanas covered the
Many of my niggas ain't
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, on breaking into their system
Stacking isn't the goal, it's the intermission
Direct your mind's energies, not on your
But rather on increasing charity over centuries
is meant to warfare with solidarity
My legacy is to celebrate over centuries

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us in prison
Every there's war
your 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 planted
Babylonian wud a si wi running wanted
means 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 bread
Dem fi kill wi when wi have wi tings a walk wid
now
Dem nuh wi fi survive in a di streets
yuh know di ends affi guh meet
Di yutes dem have dem goal dem would a want fi fi see it
We working hard, stay up pon yuh feet