Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

A young nigga in the ghetto up on whit
The first thing momma told him was don't no shit
Playin' tag body bag, bullets and bloody rag
And did you put the on the toe tag?

Whoever the man today, not be the man tomorrow
'Cuz is full of hardships, pimpslaps and sorrow
You gotta in something but whatever you do
sure what you believe is real and true

Fuck the liez an' an' come to realize
My won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
Like AT&T, you gotta make a
Or get to the side like a lil' ol' bitch

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

I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, an' shootin'
I'm doin' some to bring mo' troops in
Niggaz be doin' what they 'posed to do
They betta post on the corna the busta crew

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

Yo line is fuck all a y'all
But one day there's gonna be a final
That's why I'm rollin' deep in the Jeep
Always on a an' my crew don't fall asleep

So pull money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
This no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I

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

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

I dream that maybe one day
Niggaz fight then walk away
I'm fist to cuff with them pistols up an'
Shoot 'em the shoulders to show them 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 the second rate
I plan to set the straight b'fore I disobey

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

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

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