Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols from Bowling for
Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call that
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. were physically
shaking, to death. Because certain people, said 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
off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood
running in the

Yo, Ticket to ride, the crime, highway
Bring all the guns, the funds will my way
Whether we deliverin' grade
To the in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the like fly weights
and load in the range with rock the globe
any aim possible
Til the leadbelly lost
In the of the paper that fold
At one time was related to
Made men lose their soul
To the price of the dice 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 what the hopeless will do

Ain't no pickin' your position to your life
Not every man want to stand by his and his wife
Too lost kids in the night
on heat, grippin' it tight
Any man want beef could get it
by enough flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too many the the last lesson
Often taught the wars that are often fought
As old as
Now outta his mind
on the gunpowder landmine
Ready to at any second
I'm for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last forming 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 gonna tell me it ain't here?
George having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You done seen what they bring to
Now bring it back to the source, land of the physical
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the cops rush in the
Paramilitary death murder your children
Empty of a man rippin' shots in the air
dying out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the future but make note of the
Or be condemned to live it again and get
Class warfare outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political
Cause this is where the guns are and sold
The land that was stolen of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by Christians
Now we all got to die in the street
But the difference is more of us die in a
Than they die in a year I it clear
Where I stand when the line is
But now the is gone
And nigga anything
The land where the guns don't let grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about in hell
You not built like me you never lived in a
You gambled with your soul
the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz life in your
Young man, just remember that a gram
Is a bloody game, like throwin' in a fan
My words flow like the rivers thats west of
The fertile moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't even charged you a
The martyr is
The are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written down in holy books as a

Now we through the streets, starvin'
On that guerilla
My people in a guerilla warfare
children screamin' in tears
You actin' the army ain't put hell here
Military industry a swell year
a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a check after 9/11
But I'm the truth brought 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, of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun