Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

Gun
The red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in
Every there's war
your Smif-N-Wessun (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 gon' eat me?
These is hell, for young black males
Pick your cell, jail
Our options are few, is plenty
For someone with my and skin dark as a penny

Raised up in Babylon, kings of king from the
Enslave us Africans, raised me to gun
Hungry man, man
Likkle beg a man
Pistol shoot, ring
going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Junior
Welcome to
Get fucked by right or wrong, our whole system now
bis control the district
Original gun click, bun a natural

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
The police corrupt, they us locked in prison
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 fiyah 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 some wid natural live wires, arranging
Ain't no mad and crazy when di fiyah raging
Blaze up, up
Ghetto a raise 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 destiny and wi neva gave up
and physically they wanna enslave us
Nah guh be dem sacrifice in dis age us
fi life 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 talk bout, touch

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

Yo I on the avenue
Trap Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge
Tired of seeing ghetto children with
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 niggas
The story was written by the corrupted who's goal is to oppress
If I ain't believe in jah, put a hole right through their
But I'm civilized, focus on breaking their system
Stacking paper isn't the goal, the intermission
your mind's energies, not on your enemies
But on increasing your charity over centuries
This is meant to warfare solidarity
My is something to celebrate over centuries

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, yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

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