Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols Bowling for Columbine]
Them people, law enforcement, if you want to them that
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were
shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a
I'm a wild man, I got a gun every arm, if you say anything
I'll shoot you. If the people out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, they revolt with the blood
in the sheets

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

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

Got me through the streets
That reek of the dead, its more food to the
My niggaz on welfare, givin' up healthcare
but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush having a year
the gat, ready to clap, anything on the map
You done seen what they bring to
Now bring it back to the source, land of the force
of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the cops rush in the
Paramilitary death murder your children
Empty shell of a man rippin' in the air
dying out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the future but make note of the
Or be condemned to live it and get blast
Class warfare outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political
Cause is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
But the difference is more of us die in a
they die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the is drawn
But now the line is
And nigga goes
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 never gambled with soul
the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz in your hand
Young man, just that slicing a gram
Is a game, like throwin' mice 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 scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't charged you a little
The is crippled
The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is
And its not written down in books as a riddle

Now we through the streets, starvin'
On guerilla warfare
My people stuck in a guerilla
Innocent children screamin' in
You actin' like the army ain't put here
Military industry a swell year
Swinging a gat lying in heaven
Living off a blank after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought back to the
Fight for my land with physical
Speak through music, the course
I need a tech and a clip, a jag and a Porsche
of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun