Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols Bowling for Columbine]
people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. 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
off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood
running in the

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

no pickin' your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his
Too many 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 blast the lesson
Often taught like the wars are often fought
As old as
Now outta his mind
Stand on the landmine
to blow at any second
I'm for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my thoughts forming the rhyme

Got me running through the
That reek of the dead, its more to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't here?
George Bush 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, land of the gun, of the gun!

is the place where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death murder your children
shell of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the future but note of the past
Or be condemned to live it and get blast
Class warfare kept the news
Replaced by a corporation's political
Cause this is the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen of all of its gold
Old timers on the bed speakin' the wisdom
Immigrants by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is of us die in a week
Than they die in a year I made it
I stand when the line is drawn
But now the is gone
And nigga goes
The land where the guns 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 with your soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your
But you got a niggaz in your hand
Young man, just remember slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, like throwin' in a fan
My words flow the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's scars I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't even charged you a
The is crippled
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 warfare
My people stuck in a guerilla
Innocent children screamin' in
You actin' like the army ain't put here
Military havin' a swell year
Swinging a gat while lying in
off a blank check after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought back to the
Fight for my with physical force
Speak music, the subliminal course
I need a and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun