Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols from Bowling for
Them people, law enforcement, if you to call them that
were and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically
shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, I'm a radical
I'm a wild man, I got a gun under every arm, if you say
I'll shoot you. If the people out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, they will with 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 in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood fly weights
Lock and load in the range with the globe
any aim possible
Til the leadbelly control
In the hold of the paper that
At one was related 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 man's plans unfold
Can you really see the truth til it to you
Its so severe what the will do

Ain't no pickin' position to beginning your life
Not every man to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many lost in the night
on heat, grippin' it tight
Any man want could get it right
Followed by enough flame to put a end
To the of men
session, too many the blast the last lesson
Often taught the wars that are often fought
As old as
Now his damn mind
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 thoughts the rhyme

Got me through the streets
That reek of the dead, its food to the wealthy
My on welfare, nobody givin' up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you tell me it ain't hell here?
Bush having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You done seen what bring to Iraq
Now bring it back to the source, of the physical force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads your children
Empty shell of a man 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
Class warfare kept the news
Replaced by a political views
Cause this is where the are manufactured and sold
The that was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by conservative
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the is more of us die in a week
Than 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 the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about in hell
You not like me you never lived in a cell
You never with your soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in palm
But you got a niggaz in your hand
Young man, just remember slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, like mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers thats west of
The fertile crescent moon, the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's scars when I
I gave you the world, and I ain't even you a little
The is crippled
The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is
And its not written down in holy as a riddle

Now we running through the streets,
On guerilla warfare
My people in a guerilla warfare
children screamin' in tears
You actin' like the army ain't put hell
Military industry havin' a swell
Swinging a gat while in heaven
Living off a blank check 9/11
But I'm have the brought back to the source
Fight for my land with physical
Speak through music, the subliminal
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