Luyện nghe bài hát Sharp Shooters

Artist Talib Kweli & Prez
Song Sharp
Typed by NLP Shit denmark Farum
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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, changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a earner,
See I be what John Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your toast
Because political come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E.
I watch for the (woop woop) and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a class hero
a stand, like a panther with an M-1 Garrand
Screamin know your gun laws, self 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 protects me and makes the jakes respect me
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it my first son
It me and makes sure the jakes respect me

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