Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

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

day, life's a struggle for me
If I do it, who else gon' hustle for me?
in me, invest, achieve with me
If you starve, how you gon' eat with me?
These streets is hell, for black males
Pick cell, cracker jail
Our options are few, is plenty
For someone with my eyes and skin as a penny

up in Babylon, kings of king from the slums
Enslave us Africans, me to carry gun
man, angry man
Likkle beg a man
Pistol shoot, alarm
Preacher going sing a song, a song rappa pom
Big up Junior
to bucktown
Get fucked by right or wrong, our system corrupt now
Illegal bis the district
gun click, bun a natural mystic

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

Yeah, blazing,
Yute dem bad and
Dem yute like adventure, like Babylon dem fiyah in
Send some wid live wires, intelligent arranging
no mad and crazy riot when di fiyah raging
Blaze up, up
yutes a raise up
Now dem get dem full awareness, yuh days 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 enslave 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 field suh brave up
Gates up, up
Mek mi talk bout, touch

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto fiyah gun
The police corrupt, want 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

Yo I walk on the
with Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge
Tired of seeing children with nothing
Kids robbing fo' three squares
up three squares
Hands to the sky, soul searching, cheap airs
Guns busting, sticking
Bandanas the stricken
Many of my ain't niggas
The story was by the corrupted who's only goal is to oppress
If I ain't believe in jah, put a right through their chest
But I'm civilized, focus on breaking into their
Stacking isn't the goal, it's the intermission
Direct mind's energies, not on your enemies
But rather on your charity over centuries
This is to warfare with solidarity
My legacy is something to over centuries

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

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