Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Gun

[James Nichols from for Columbine]
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, I'm a radical
I'm a wild man, I got a gun every arm, if you say anything
I'll shoot you. If the find out how they've been
ripped off, and enslaved, will revolt with the blood
running in the

Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime,
all the guns, the funds will come my way
Whether we 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
any aim possible
Til the leadbelly control
In the hold of the that fold
At one time was to gold
many men lose their soul
To the of the dice that roll
How can a so bright make a man so cold?
So another plans unfold
Can you really see the truth til it to you
Its so severe what the hopeless do

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

Got me through the streets
That reek of the dead, its food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it hell here?
George having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, to clap, anything on the map
You done seen what they to Iraq
Now bring it back to the source, land of the force
Land of the gun, of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the 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 note of the
Or be to live it again and get blast
Class warfare outta the news
Replaced by a political views
Cause this is the guns are manufactured and sold
The land was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed the wisdom
Immigrants by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the
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 is gone
And nigga anything
The where the guns don't let anything grow
And the fuck you niggaz know about living in hell
You not built like me you lived in a cell
You never gambled with your
Fuck the ice on hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz in your hand
Young man, just remember slicing a gram
Is a game, like throwin' mice in a fan
My words flow like the thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the in the middle
I the depth of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't even charged you a
The is crippled
The prophets are dead and buried, but the is simple
And its not written down in holy as a riddle

Now we through the streets, starvin'
On that guerilla
My stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin' in
You actin' the army ain't put hell here
Military industry havin' a swell
Swinging a gat while lying in
Living off a blank after 9/11
But I'm have the truth back to the source
Fight for my with physical force
through music, the subliminal course
I a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, of the gun