Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James from Bowling for Columbine]
people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
were here and 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 arm, if you say anything
I'll shoot you. If the people find out how 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 come 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 rock the
Made any aim
Til the leadbelly lost
In the of the paper that fold
At one time was related to
Made many men lose soul
To the of the dice that roll
How can a light so make a man so cold?
So another man's plans
Can you see the truth til it happens to you
Its so severe what the hopeless do

Ain't no pickin' your position to your life
Not man want to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' it
Any man want beef get it right
Followed by enough to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too the blast the last lesson
Often taught like the wars that are fought
As old as
Now outta his damn
on the gunpowder landmine
Ready to blow at any
I'm for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last forming the rhyme

Got me running the streets
That of the dead, its more food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it hell here?
Bush 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, of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads murder children
shell of a man rippin' shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but nobody
Prepare for the but make note of the past
Or be to live it again and get blast
Class kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's views
Cause this is where the are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
Old timers on the bed speakin' the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by Christians
Now we all got to die in the street
But the is more of us die in a week
Than they die in a I made it clear
Where I stand the line is drawn
But now the line is
And nigga goes
The land where the guns let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz 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 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 like the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the
I reveal the depth of history's when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I even charged you a little
The martyr is
The prophets are and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written down in holy books as a

Now we running through the streets,
On guerilla warfare
My stuck 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 lying in heaven
Living off a blank after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought back to the
for my land with physical force
Speak music, the subliminal course
I need a tech and a clip, a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun