Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols from Bowling for
people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
were here and they were in their shoes. They were physically
shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a
I'm a wild man, I got a gun under 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, Ticket to ride, the 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 with rock the globe
any aim possible
Til the leadbelly lost
In the of the paper that fold
At one was related to gold
Made many men lose their
To the price of the that roll
How can a light so make a man so cold?
So man's plans unfold
Can you really see the til it happens to you
Its so severe what the hopeless do

Ain't no pickin' your to beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his
Too lost kids in the night
on heat, grippin' it tight
Any man beef could get it right
Followed by flame to put a permanent end
To the of men
Class session, too many the blast the last
Often taught like the that 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 through the streets
reek 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 ain't hell
George Bush having a year
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You done seen they bring to Iraq
Now bring it to the source, land of the physical force
Land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

is the place where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death murder your children
Empty shell of a man shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but cares
Prepare for the future but make of the past
Or be condemned to it again and get blast
Class warfare kept the news
by a corporation's political views
Cause this is where the guns are and sold
The land was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed speakin' the
Immigrants by conservative 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 made it
Where I stand when the line is
But now the is gone
And nigga anything
The land the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about living in
You not built me you never lived in a cell
You never with your 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 bloody game, like mice in a fan
My words flow like the thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the in the middle
I reveal the of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't 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 the streets, starvin'
On guerilla warfare
My people in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin' in
You actin' the army ain't put hell here
Military industry havin' a swell
a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a check after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought to the source
for my land with physical force
Speak through music, the subliminal
I a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun