Luyện nghe bài hát Sharp Shooters

Artist Talib Kweli & Dead
Song Sharp
by NLP Shit denmark Farum 3520
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(stic.man)
Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, army, you know it

(M-1)
The white man came to Africa rifles and Bibles
Heard the name, started changin the
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat with the burner
fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner,
See I be John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, your enemy, keep your toast close
Because political power come from the of it
We in a war, nigga it or love it
Since got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for the (woop woop) and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a class hero
Takin a stand, like a panther an M-1 Garrand
Screamin your gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the to bust

(Chorus - prez)
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it my first son
It me and makes sure the jakes respect me
Yo, I'm one my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes the jakes respect me

(Talib Kweli)
do you do
when the police kick in door like 'get on the floor'
you in the back
cause who you are and where you at's the law
You try to protect your home with the illest arsenal
Learn how to heal yourself and fuckin with them hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause it all they got
But brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings pack gatlings
to a rat sing like Nat King
Before they blasting (blow!)
With no accuracy, handling they beef in the
Now an innocent got a bag for a stomach
value plumit every time a shot is fired (c'mon)
People feelin so they take the street to riot
Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the block
Politicians say time to march
But people is past that, ready to blast at whatever
From the master or from the office, niggas is of runnin
Yeah, all my soldier, it up, c'mon, now
(Bust ya guns) yeah, Kweli with prez, c'mon
(Blow blow)

(stic.man)
I'm deep in the
where all that niggas give a fuck about is funds
The and young type that's packin automatic guns
If any comes sparatic shots'll ring out
You get caught up, you get your fuckin brains blown out
The killers reign supreme, survival of the brain and scheme
For cream you know the game in my
I feel the for all the niggas that passed away
Tryin to get cash the fastest way we how, the old fashion way
Blastin, we like cock tecs and tenniments
My squad flex if any pop, and put an end to it
It's like hell, this I'm from consist of dilligent crack sale
Assisting off the of young black males
It's innocent, in packed jails that benefit
White well being, while niggas hell just for being
You might as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin free in life
I stick a in ya spine for mine
No time for talk, I walk when I talk
sidewalks of course with the eyes of a hawk
Crack a quart to get from this trife world and thought
Puffin 'cause life's a bitch, and it's too short
My crew sport leather, gold, camoflauge, denim
in venom, totin buckets with nothin in 'em
But Rawkus, ill mothafuckas for real
Straight hustlas with nothin but a for kill

(Chorus) 4x

(Talib talking)
Yeah, c'mon, all my
where you at
Florida, Cincinnati you at
where you at, yo