Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

I'm seein' bodiez in the and blood in the valley
From the shores of Maine all the way to Cali
I'm callin' rally to the homies in the light
Take a real close at what it look like

A nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
The first thing momma told him was take no shit
Playin' tag with bag, bullets and bloody rag
And did you put the on the toe tag?

Whoever the man today, might not be the man
'Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps and
You gotta believe in but whatever you do
Make sure you believe is real and true

Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to
My vision won't assault of on blind lil' eyes
Like AT&T, you gotta a switch
Or get pushed to the side a lil' ol' bitch

When the revolution come, I'ma be up
With my finga on the trigga of a Pump
When the come, I'ma be right there
With my nine in my hand and braids in my

I've hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm doin' recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
Niggaz don't be what they 'posed to do
They betta post on the with the busta crew

Playin' games, I used to back in '79
With the same bullshit an' the ol' lie
If you some respect, ya won't be individual
On the nuts 'cuz he rollin' in the '64

Yo favorite line is all a y'all
But one day there's be a final call
That's why I'm deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
Always on a peep an' my crew don't fall

So pull your money your pocket an' put it in the middle
This ain't no roosta ass Chicken nigga on a fiddle, huh
to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust

When the revolution come, I'ma be up
With my on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
When the revolution come, be right there
my nine in my hand and braids in my hair

Way back in the days, we to sling 'em in the street
But now when get beat they wanna go an' get their heat
know that you know how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a live?

I gotta that maybe one day
Niggaz can't fight walk away
I'm talkin' fist to with them pistols up an'
Shoot 'em from the shoulders to show you can hold your

I sing the song of the fight of the man in America
In a state of hysteria, no longa will I accept the second
I plan to set the record b'fore I disobey

It's the one, two combination to the throat
a hole in ya boat, bitch, that's all she wrote
Ashes to ashes, to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust

When the come, I'ma be up front
With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh
the revolution come, I'ma be right there
With my nine in my hand and braids in my

When the revolution come, I'ma be loc
out in a cloud of pistol smoke
The revolution come, the revolution