Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

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

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

Raised up in Babylon, of king from the slums
Enslave us Africans, raised me to gun
man, angry man
Likkle beg a man
Pistol shoot, ring
Preacher sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Junior
to bucktown
Get fucked by or wrong, our whole system corrupt now
Illegal bis control the
gun click, bun a natural mystic

Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they us locked in prison
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
The police corrupt, they us locked in prison
Every where war
Keep Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes 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
Send wid natural live wires, intelligent arranging
Ain't no mad and crazy riot di fiyah raging
Blaze up, up
Ghetto yutes a up
Now dem get dem awareness, Babylon yuh days up
Declaration of the rastafari gave us
Every man have a right to decide his, own and right wi neva gave up
Mentally and physically they wanna 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 talk bout, don't

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
The police corrupt, they us locked in prison
Every where 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, knowledge
Tired of seeing ghetto children nothing
Kids fo' their three squares
Sticking up squares
to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap airs
Guns busting, sticking
Bandanas the stricken
Many of my ain't niggas
The story was written by the who's only goal is to oppress
If I believe in jah, put a hole right through their chest
But I'm civilized, focus on into their system
Stacking paper isn't the goal, it's the
your mind's energies, not on your enemies
But rather on increasing your charity centuries
is meant to warfare with solidarity
My legacy is something to over centuries

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

up
I'm like the by the rivers planted
Babylonian wud a prefer si wi wanted
Wicked means rewind, the gunshot means
Yuh this suh we rewind
Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun
I'm like the trees by the rivers
wud a prefer si wi running wanted
The yutes dem hungry, and di dem want bread
Dem waan fi kill wi when wi have wi 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 dem would a want fi live fi see it
We working hard, stay firm up pon yuh