Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

Gun
The red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they us locked in prison
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

Every day, life's a for me
If I don't do it, who gon' hustle for me?
in me, invest, achieve with me
If you don't starve, how you eat with me?
These streets is hell, for young black
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 from the slums
Enslave us Africans, raised me to gun
man, angry man
Likkle beg a man
Pistol shoot, ring
Preacher going sing a song, chant a song pom
Big up Gong
Welcome to
Get fucked by right or wrong, our system corrupt now
Illegal bis the district
Original gun click, bun a mystic

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us in prison
The ghetto red hot, ghetto 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

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

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The corrupt, they want us locked in prison
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

Yo I walk on the
with Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge
Tired of seeing ghetto children nothing
Kids fo' their three squares
up three squares
Hands to the sky, soul searching, cheap airs
Guns busting, sticking
covered the stricken
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 through their chest
But I'm civilized, focus on breaking into their
Stacking paper isn't the goal, the intermission
Direct your mind's energies, not on enemies
But rather on increasing your charity centuries
This is meant to with solidarity
My legacy is to celebrate over centuries

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

up
I'm the trees by the rivers planted
Babylonian wud a si wi running wanted
Wicked means rewind, the 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 wanted
The yutes dem hungry, and di dem want bread
Dem waan fi kill wi wi have wi tings a walk wid
now
Dem nuh wi fi survive in a di streets
General yuh know di ends affi guh
Di yutes dem dem goal dem would a want fi live fi see it
We working hard, stay firm up pon yuh