Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

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

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

no pickin' your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to by his kids and his wife
Too many lost in the night
on heat, grippin' it tight
Any man want could get it right
by enough flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too the blast the last lesson
taught like the wars that are often fought
As old as
Now his damn mind
Stand on the gunpowder
Ready to at any second
I'm for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I its on time, my last thoughts forming the rhyme

Got me running the streets
That reek of the dead, its more food to the
My niggaz on welfare, givin' up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't here?
Bush having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, on the map
You done seen they bring to Iraq
Now it back to the source, land of the physical force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun!

This is the place the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary squads murder your children
Empty shell of a man rippin' in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but nobody
for the future but make note of the past
Or be to live it again and get blast
Class warfare kept the news
Replaced by a political views
Cause is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed speakin' the
Immigrants crucified by Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is of us die in a week
they die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the is drawn
But now the line is
And anything goes
The land where the don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you know about living in hell
You not like me you never lived in a cell
You never gambled with soul
the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz life in hand
Young man, just remember that a gram
Is a game, like throwin' mice in a fan
My flow like the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the
I reveal the depth of scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't charged you a little
The is crippled
The prophets are and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written down in holy books as a

Now we running through the streets,
On that guerilla
My people stuck in a warfare
Innocent children screamin' in
You actin' like the army put hell here
Military havin' a swell year
a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a blank check 9/11
But I'm have the truth back to the source
Fight for my land with physical
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, of the gun, land of the gun