Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

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

Every day, a struggle for me
If I do it, who else gon' hustle for me?
Believe in me, invest, with me
If you starve, how you gon' eat with me?
These streets is hell, for black males
Pick your cell, jail
Our are few, temptation is plenty
For with my eyes and skin dark as a penny

up in Babylon, kings of king from the slums
Enslave us Africans, me to carry gun
Hungry man, man
yute beg a man
Pistol shoot, ring
going sing a song, chant 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, yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they us locked in prison
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
The police corrupt, want us locked in prison
Every where war
Keep Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Gun
The ghetto red hot, yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

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

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

Yo I on the avenue
Trap with Fox scuffing, kicking
Tired of seeing ghetto with nothing
robbing fo' their three squares
Sticking up three
Hands to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap
Guns busting, blades
Bandanas covered the
of my niggas ain't niggas
The was written by the corrupted who's only goal is to oppress
If I ain't believe in jah, put a hole right through their
But I'm civilized, focus on breaking into system
Stacking paper isn't the goal, the intermission
Direct your mind's energies, not on enemies
But rather on your charity over centuries
is meant to warfare with solidarity
My legacy is something to celebrate centuries

Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes gun
The corrupt, they 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

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