Luyện nghe bài hát Sharp Shooters

Artist Talib Kweli & Prez
Song Sharp
Typed by NLP Shit denmark 3520
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(stic.man)
is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, people 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 me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom for this revolution, fuck a wage earner,
See I be what John Wilkes was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your toast close
Because power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, leave it or love it
Since they got us in a like a P.E. logo
I watch for the po-po (woop woop) and train at the
Not a gun but a working class hero
Takin a stand, a panther with an M-1 Garrand
Screamin your gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the first to

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

(Talib Kweli)
do you do
when the police kick in your like 'get on the floor'
you in the back
cause who you are and where you at's the law
You try to protect home with the illest arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and stop fuckin them hospitals
Get brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get
By black kings that pack gatlings
to make a rat sing Nat King
they start blasting (blow!)
With no accuracy, handling they in the public
Now an innocent got a bag for a stomach
Property value plumit every time a is fired (c'mon)
People feelin betrayed so they the street to riot
Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the block
Politicians say it's time to
But people is that, ready to blast at whatever comin
the master or from the office, niggas 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 niggas give a fuck is stackin funds
The black and young type that's automatic guns
If any static comes sparatic shots'll out
You get caught up, you get fuckin brains blown clean out
The killers reign supreme, survival of the illest brain and
For you know the game in my vein
I feel the pain for all the that passed away
Tryin to get cash the fastest way we how, the old fashion way
Blastin, we actin like tecs and tenniments
My flex if any shit pop, and put an end to it
It's like hell, this planet I'm from consist of dilligent sale
Assisting off the backs of young males
It's innocent, suspending in packed that benefit
White well being, while niggas catch hell for being
You might as well have a of crime, ain't nothin free in this life
I a nine in ya spine for mine
No time for talk, 'cause I walk when I
Stalkin of course with the eyes of a hawk
Crack a quart to get away from this world and thought
Puffin Newports 'cause a bitch, and it's too short
My crew leather, gold, camoflauge, rugged denim
Deadly in venom, totin with nothin in 'em
But Rawkus, ill mothafuckas for real
Straight hustlas with but a taste for kill

(Chorus) 4x

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