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

Yeah come up

Yeah, we better turn tha up on this one
Check it, since 1516 minds and overseen
Now crawl amidst the of this empty dream
Wit borders and boots on top of us
knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
But how you get what you need ta get?
Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive Tet
Tha fifth sun sets get back
Tha of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Now face tha now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That came ta try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun, this is for the people of the sun

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

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

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

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

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

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

comin' back around again!
This is for the of the sun!
It's back around!
Of the sun
Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets)
Bastard son is in, in a sea of funk
Clear the lane, I'm gonna to dunk ya
Up and like a donut in a caffeinated drink
So take the sink, I'll take ya to the
Check the style I flip (some versions say "bring")
If the price is right, take you on a trip
In my old school '62, white and blue
One that ya wanna step to
Face my baseline, feel the earth
Sweat is on at appamatox
for my culture
White who came and tried to steal my name
But now I got a gun, this is for the 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 normal one, 'cause I'm the son
Trip the way the sky gives birth
And now I trip the way mother earth
I'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the
Clear the I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk
Or the
The Humboldt, the of the buddha
Gotta product six shooter, so the hoota
the baselines feel the earth quakin
Sweat is on site at
for my culture,
White boys who and tried to steal my name
But now I got a gun, this is for the of the sun!

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