Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols from Bowling for
Them people, law enforcement, if you to call them that
here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically
shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a
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 revolt with the blood
running in the

Yo, to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns, the will come my way
Whether we deliverin' high
To the people in the pit of the
Or in the hood like fly weights
Lock and in the range with rock the globe
any aim possible
Til the leadbelly lost
In the hold of the that fold
At one time was related to
Made men lose their soul
To the price of the dice roll
How can a so bright make a man so cold?
So another plans unfold
Can you really see the til it happens to you
Its so severe what the hopeless do

Ain't no pickin' your to beginning your life
Not every man to stand by his kids and his wife
Too lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, it tight
Any man want could get it right
Followed by enough to put a permanent 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 outta his mind
Stand on the landmine
Ready to at any second
I'm for the signs 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 niggaz on welfare, nobody up healthcare
but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush having a swell
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, on the map
You done seen what they bring to
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 where the cops rush in the building
death squads murder your children
Empty shell of a man shots in the air
dying out there, but nobody 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 political views
Cause this is the guns are manufactured and sold
The that was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got to die in the street
But the difference is of us die in a week
Than die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the line is
But now the is gone
And anything goes
The land where the don't let anything grow
And the fuck you niggaz know about living in hell
You not built me you never lived in a cell
You never gambled with your
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your
But you got a life in your hand
man, just remember that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, like throwin' in a fan
My words flow like the thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's scars I scribble
I you the world, and I ain't even charged you a little
The is crippled
The are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written in holy books as a riddle

Now we running the streets, starvin'
On guerilla warfare
My people in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin' in
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 after
But I'm have the truth brought to the source
Fight for my land physical force
Speak through music, the subliminal
I a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun