Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

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

Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime,
Bring all the guns, the funds will my way
we deliverin' high grade
To the people in the pit of the
Or dabble in the hood like fly
Lock and in the range with rock the globe
Made any aim
Til the leadbelly lost
In the hold of the paper that
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 til it happens to you
Its so severe what the will do

Ain't no your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his
Too many lost in the night
on heat, grippin' it tight
Any man beef could get it right
Followed by flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too many the blast the last
Often like the wars that are often fought
As old as
Now outta his damn
on the gunpowder landmine
Ready to 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 through the streets
reek of the dead, its more food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin' up
but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush having a year
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You done what they bring to Iraq
Now bring it to the source, land of the physical force
Land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the cops in the building
Paramilitary death murder your children
shell of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but cares
Prepare for the future but make note of the
Or be condemned to it again and get blast
warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political
this is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
Old timers on the bed speakin' the wisdom
crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is more of us die in a
Than they die in a year I made it
Where I stand the line is drawn
But now the line is
And anything goes
The land where the guns don't let anything
And what the fuck you niggaz know about living in
You not built like me you never in a cell
You never gambled with 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, throwin' mice in a fan
My words like the rivers thats west of Iran
The crescent moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't even you a little
The is crippled
The are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written down in holy as a riddle

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