Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

S W nine millimeter,
Long-nose double barreled rifle,
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot,
Alright Puff, I'm to go

Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the
Kim go! Slow down bab' bro
You with the rap Rambo, Tony
a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandanna

Here it, in case I don't make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn gon' fake it
The way I see it, mmm,
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me

Dawg, I got shit to make the shake
One mistake, blaow, a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, niggaz dust to me
And if I knock off that's a plus for me

And the thing about it, I'm a bitch
And got niggaz runnin' me, like the Olympics
And I told my man I'ma get him
And every I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, blaka

down below, fire in de hole
Lose control, got to go

I heard and Puff callin' like the Holy Tabernacle
be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple

A Snapple? Bitch I got and shit
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that
I'm to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him an' his boys leave

They at this restaurant that African food
you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude
You see, I used to this bitch from Botswana
Half-African but she like Madonna

check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that is a freak
I used to fuck her in the ass while my was asleep

And she the one who me where these cats is at
I can't wait to get the gat and back, Kim c'mon

Pressure down below, fire in de
control, got nowhere to go

We came to a red light, gave to pedestrians
Two and white lesbians
The nigga ready to holla at these bitches
I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them down with them niggaz"

And never the drugs make the bitch slack up
I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for
And we through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggaz bitches like my Yorkie

Pigs like to forfeit, we on point snipers
Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless the movies
All I can about, is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, masochist

Yeah, did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish him please, his name is Swiss Cheese
My main focus, is his right hand man
An' and two-sided, profession dick rider

And his boys, seem to be all on his dick
I mean the whole is really makin' me sick
And Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started suckin' up like a vacuum

flyin' nonstop, and bodies droppin'
Puff yelled, "Away", that's the cops
My trigger finger started
Cyrus came spittin' from the kitchen
And next second, you it

Listen, it's soundin' the 4th of July
the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he fall over
Holes is in his the size of cup holders

One more shot, over, shit Puff, I'm empty
But I'ma hold my breath, til he to his death
But he was
This little kid off in his pelvis

Pressure below, fire in de hole
Lose control, got to go

Pressure down below, fire in de
Lose control, got to go

Pressure down below, in de hole
Lose control, got to go