Luyện nghe bài hát Fiyah Gun

Gun
The ghetto red hot, 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, yutes 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 else gon' for me?
Believe in me, invest, achieve me
If you starve, how you gon' eat with me?
These is hell, for young black males
Pick your cell, jail
Our options are few, temptation is
For someone with my eyes and dark as a penny

up in Babylon, kings of king from the slums
Enslave us Africans, raised me to gun
Hungry man, man
Likkle beg a man
Pistol shoot, alarm
Preacher going sing a song, a song rappa pom
Big up Gong
to bucktown
Get fucked by or wrong, our whole system corrupt now
Illegal bis control the
Original gun click, bun a mystic

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

Yeah, blazing,
Yute dem bad and
Dem yute like adventure, like Babylon dem cave in
Send some wid natural live wires, arranging
Ain't no mad and crazy riot when di raging
Blaze up, up
Ghetto a raise up
Now dem get dem full awareness, Babylon yuh up
of the rights rastafari gave us
Every man have a right to decide his, own and right wi neva gave up
Mentally and physically they enslave us
Nah guh be dem in dis age await us
Fight fi life and hear mi culture, a rastafari us
Up di sword and mi shield, a bakkle field suh brave 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
where 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 on the avenue
Trap Fox scuffing, kicking knowledge
Tired of seeing children with nothing
Kids fo' their three squares
Sticking up squares
to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap airs
Guns busting, blades
covered the stricken
Many of my niggas ain't
The story was written by the corrupted who's only is to oppress
If I ain't believe in jah, put a hole right their chest
But I'm civilized, focus on breaking into system
Stacking paper isn't the goal, it's the
Direct your mind's energies, not on enemies
But rather on increasing your over centuries
This is meant to warfare with
My legacy is something to celebrate over

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

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