Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

Threw the clips around the shoulders, in the holster
Kim let's go! Slow down bro
You with the rap Rambo, Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death'

Here take it, in I don't make it
'Cause if my don't end, I'm damn sure 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 world
One mistake, blaow, a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, niggaz dust to me
And if I knock Cyrus off a plus for me

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

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

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

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

They at this that serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke and the waiters is type rude
You see, I used to date this from Botswana
Half-African but she looked Madonna

Aiyyo check it, she had a for a pet
never forget, the restaurant is where we met
And her Lizette, that bitch is a freak
I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was

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

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

We to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two and white lesbians
The Puff ready to holla at these bitches
I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them bitches with them niggaz"

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

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

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

And his boys, they seem to be all on his
I mean the whole situation is really me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the
We started suckin' niggaz up like a

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

Listen, it's like the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall
Holes is in his body the 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 squeezed off in his

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

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

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