Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols from Bowling for
people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
were here and they were shaking in shoes. They were physically
shaking, scared to death. certain people, said I'm a radical
I'm a wild man, I got a gun every arm, if you say anything
shoot you. If the people find out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, will revolt with the blood
running in the

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
all the guns, the funds will come my way
Whether we deliverin' high
To the in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood fly weights
Lock and load in the range with the globe
Made any aim
Til the lost control
In the hold of the paper fold
At one time was to gold
many men lose their soul
To the of the dice that roll
How can a light so make a man so cold?
So another man's unfold
Can you really see the truth til it to you
Its so severe the hopeless will do

Ain't no your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the
Hand on heat, grippin' it
Any man want beef get it right
Followed by flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too the blast the last lesson
Often taught like the wars are often fought
As old as
Now his damn mind
Stand on the gunpowder
to blow at any second
I'm checking for the of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last forming the rhyme

Got me running through the
That of the dead, its more food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it hell here?
George Bush having a year
the gat, ready to clap, anything on the map
You done seen they bring to Iraq
Now bring it to the source, land of the physical force
of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the cops rush in the
Paramilitary squads murder your children
Empty shell of a man rippin' in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but cares
Prepare for the future but note of the past
Or be to live it again and get blast
Class warfare kept outta the
Replaced by a corporation's views
Cause this is where the guns are manufactured and
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is of us die in a week
Than they die in a year I it clear
Where I stand the line is drawn
But now the is gone
And nigga anything
The where the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about in hell
You not built like me you lived in a cell
You gambled with your soul
Fuck the ice on hand, gun in your palm
But you got a life in your hand
Young man, remember that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, like mice in a fan
My words flow the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the in the middle
I reveal the of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't even you a little
The martyr is
The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is
And its not written down in holy books as a

Now we running the streets, starvin'
On guerilla warfare
My stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children in tears
You actin' the army ain't put hell here
Military industry havin' a swell
Swinging a gat lying in heaven
Living off a blank check 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought back to the
Fight for my with physical force
Speak music, the subliminal course
I need a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun