Luyện nghe bài hát Give Up Your Guns

[Intro
I woke up this morning
I found myself
I turned to touch her
And she was gone, she was
And beside my pillow
Were her from the night before
She said give up guns and face the law

I robbed a in Tampa
And I thought I had it
But the hounds picked up my within the glades
So I ran
And I stumbled on this
And she came to me to me more
She said give up guns
She said give up guns
She said give up guns
And the law

Da 5'9"]
This is a stick up, up
Pistols will up, lift up
If you get up, get up
Your
Kwe 'em

[Talib
Sucome to the
And we get and get silent
Get my gun into
I'm runnin' or hidin'

Verse One Da 5'9"]
a hundred any minute bullets runnin' from the guns
In front of any one of y'all
We ain't in the winter
killin' spring chickens
We ain't slippin, we sittin'
You ain't listen is me
Bitch this Is Nickel
I'm G
my nigga Kweli
Get back gettin' stacks 03'
No strings yo swing
Spittin' makin' tracks
Like a dope oh
Me and my hot
Dream team I done
fiends seein'
Nigga whole
a green screen stuck before its cream
So they stuck him up in Sing
I know you mean dog
I caught between walls
I kill (I'm the boss)
I just Scream calls
I aim I don't give a speech in the streets
Like I'm livin' in the
I let the thing off
Hittin' up my while I'm rippin up the slums
With the only left
they givin up they

And now I'm in this cabin where my own love should be
Instead there lies a note she to me
And it said: though you live by the bullet
But you as dead can die
My love give up your guns or say

And the sheriff now is calling with a at my door
Son
Give up guns
And the law

Da 5'9"]
This is a up, stick up
Pistols will lift up, up
If you get up, get up
hands
Kwe 'em

Kweli]
Come to the
And we get numb to get
Get my gun firing
I'm never or hidin'

[Verse Talib Kweli]
Hell naw my niggas don't speeches
Cause we no fake preachers
Or follow fake
Soon as the releases
You the bank
You not a
You quickly the difference
rights and privileges
Nothin' like
when Sai got shot?
Yo it was winter he layed on the ice
Comfortably
He was killed for being and young
Violently is how the run
They in the slum
See the lights and the gun
At the end of the tunnel no to run
The is the sum of the equation
you add up the factors
The splatters
Life don't to rappers
So we and glamorize
about our plans to die
And learn to always stay inside the camera's eye
Get my good side, is so sexy
But the hood every time one of us would die

Three: Raekwon]
Give up my guns never you
I'm all
All 80 fly out
Put you right out try it out
Save the
to impress
Blow a in your vest
With money I roll up the stretch
powered 9's Mausbergs
Squeeze faster new V's
Fresh new bags of bullets or
Got my poppin' and plottin'
I blow a right through your stocking
out your back and scratch up your lockin'
We real killas and don
Pop through the tons
where niggas will pull a card
Wrong songs don't play me lady
Baby guerrillas with hate
That'll spray up the
The ninjas in the business
your business
Staten
Malicious team we in the kitchens
And dis go the fuck home
better biscuits
Come to the rally and flash if you with

Raekwon]
I'm not playin'. We shoot niggas. All day. Keep them hollows nigga. got
New little guns. New little joints with long missiles in it. Them the
Joints we play with nigga. The Einsteins is on nigga. bottoms in
The hoodie. Ice nigga. Word up. General Shala Raekwon. All day
E'day. A professional. Yeah. Get money niggas. Don't never give up
guns. You stupid?