Luyện nghe bài hát Sharp Shooters

Artist Talib Kweli & Prez
Song Shooters
Typed by NLP Shit Farum 3520
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(stic.man)
Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, people army, you it

(M-1)
The white man came to Africa with rifles and
Heard the name, started the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the
Freedom fighter for this revolution, a wage earner,
See I be what Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, your enemy, keep your toast close
Because power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga it or love it
they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I for the po-po (woop woop) and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working hero
Takin a stand, like a panther an M-1 Garrand
know 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 like my son
It protects me and sure the jakes respect me
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it my first son
It protects me and sure the jakes respect me

(Talib Kweli)
do you do
when the police kick in door like 'get on the floor'
Shoot you in the
cause who you are and you at's against the law
You try to protect your home with the arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and stop 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 start blasting (blow!)
With no accuracy, handling they beef in the
Now an innocent got a bag for a stomach
Property value plumit every time a shot is (c'mon)
feelin betrayed so they take the street to riot
Cops shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the entire block
Politicians say it's to march
But people is past that, ready to at whatever comin
From the master or from the office, is sick 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 give a fuck about is stackin funds
The black and young type that's packin guns
If any static comes sparatic shots'll out
You get up, you get your fuckin brains blown clean out
The killers reign supreme, survival of the illest and scheme
For cream you know the in my vein
I feel the pain for all the niggas that away
Tryin to get cash the way we know how, the old fashion way
Blastin, we actin cock tecs and tenniments
My squad if any shit pop, and put an end to it
It's like hell, this planet I'm from of dilligent crack sale
Assisting off the of young black males
It's innocent, suspending in packed that benefit
White well being, while niggas catch just for being
You might as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin free in life
I stick a nine in ya spine for
No time for talk, I walk when I talk
Stalkin sidewalks of course with the of a hawk
Crack a quart to get away from trife world and thought
Newports 'cause life's a bitch, and it's too short
My sport leather, gold, camoflauge, rugged denim
Deadly in venom, totin buckets with in 'em
But Rawkus, some ill for real
Straight hustlas nothin but a taste for kill

(Chorus) 4x

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