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, 1516 minds attacked and overseen
Now amidst the ruins of this empty dream
Wit their borders and on top of us
Pullin' knobs on the of their toxic metropolis
But how you gonna get you need ta get?
Tha gut eaters, blood get offensive like Tet
Tha fifth sun sets get reclaim
Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc an untamed
Now tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
vulture came ta try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun, yeah is for the people of the sun

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

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

Yeah, neva forget that tha wip ya back
Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the man, uh
Our past blastin' on through the
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like
Troops strippin' zoots, of red mist,
Sailors on tha deck, come sista resist
From tha era of terror check this 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, history, this is for the people of the sun

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

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

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

comin' back around 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
Clear the lane, I'm have to dunk ya
Up and like a donut in a caffeinated drink
So take the sink, take ya to the brink
Check the rugged style I flip (some say "bring")
If the price is right, I'll you on a trip
In my old '62, two-tone white and blue
One that ya never step to
Face my baseline, the earth quaking
Sweat is on at appamatox
for my culture
White boys who came and tried to steal my
But now I got a gun, is for the people of the sun!

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

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

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