Luyện nghe bài hát PEOPLE OF THE SUN (Rage Against The Machine)

Yeah come up

Yeah, we turn tha bass up on this one
Check it, since minds attacked and overseen
Now crawl the ruins of this empty dream
Wit borders and boots on top of us
Pullin' knobs on the floor of their metropolis
But how you get what you need ta get?
Tha gut eaters, drenched get offensive like Tet
Tha fifth sun sets get back
Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an
Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya,
vulture came ta try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun, this is for the people of the sun

comin' back around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's comin' around again! Uh!

comin' back around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's comin' back again! Uh!

Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya
Ya cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh
Our blastin' on through the verses
of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck, sista resist
From tha era of terror check photo lens,
Now tha city of angels does the ethnic
Uh, bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That came to try and steal ya name
But now you found a gun, you're history, is for the people of the sun

It's back around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's back around again! Yeah!

It's back around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's comin' back again!

comin' back around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's back around again!

It's comin' back again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's back around!
Of the sun
People Of The Sun (Original, as on & Bullets)
Bastard son is in, in a sea of funk
the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
Up and down like a donut in a drink
So take the sink, I'll ya to the brink
Check the rugged style I flip (some say "bring")
If the price is right, I'll take you on a
In my old school '62, white and blue
One ya never wanna step to
Face my baseline, feel the quaking
Sweat is on at appamatox
Mistakin' for my
White boys who and tried to steal my name
But now I got a gun, this is for the of the sun!

is for the people of the sun!
It's coming around again!
Yeah it's coming back again!
is for the people of the sun!

I'm not a silent one, I'm a one,
Never the normal one, 'cause I'm the son
the way before the sky gives birth
And now I trip the way from mother
I'm off a, big fat chunk of the funk
Clear the lane I dunk, never smoke the skunk
Or the
The Humboldt, the of the buddha
Gotta six shooter, so fuck the hoota
Face the baselines feel the quakin
Sweat is on site at
for my culture,
White boys who came and tried to my name
But now I got a gun, is for the people of the sun!

coming back around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's coming around again!
Yeah it's coming back again!
is for the people of the sun!
For the sun!