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 shoes. They were physically
shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a
I'm a man, I got a gun under every arm, if you say anything
shoot you. If the people find out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, will 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 high grade
To the in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood fly weights
Lock and load in the range rock the globe
any aim possible
Til the lost control
In the hold of the paper that
At one time was related to
Made many men their soul
To the price of the dice roll
How can a so bright make a man so cold?
So man's plans unfold
Can you see the truth til it happens to you
Its so severe what the will do

Ain't no pickin' your to beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his and his wife
Too many kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' it
Any man want beef could get it
Followed by flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too many the blast the lesson
Often taught like the wars that are often
As old as
Now outta his mind
Stand on the 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 through the streets
That reek of the dead, its more to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin' up
but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here?
George Bush having a year
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You done seen they bring to Iraq
Now it back to the source, land of the physical force
of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary 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 of the past
Or be condemned to live it again and get
warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political
this is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its
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 die in a year I made it clear
I stand when the line is drawn
But now the is gone
And nigga goes
The land the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about in hell
You not built like me you lived in a cell
You never gambled with your
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in palm
But you got a niggaz in your hand
Young man, just that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, like mice in a fan
My words flow the rivers thats west of Iran
The crescent moon, with 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 you a little
The martyr is
The prophets are dead and buried, but the is simple
And its not written down in holy books as a

Now we running through the streets,
On that guerilla
My people stuck in a guerilla
Innocent screamin' in tears
You actin' like the army put hell here
industry havin' a swell year
Swinging a gat lying in heaven
Living off a blank after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought to the source
Fight for my with physical force
Speak through music, the subliminal
I need a tech and a clip, a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun