Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

Threw the around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
Kim let's go! down bab' bro
You the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life Death' bandanna

Here take it, in I don't make it
if my life 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 the world shake
One mistake, blaow, start a
Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz to me
And if I knock off that's a plus for me

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

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

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

A Snapple? I got bombs and shit
and razor blades and alarms and shit
You better come on, girl, 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 weed and the is type rude
You see, I used to this bitch from Botswana
Half-African but she like Madonna

Aiyyo check it, she had a for a pet
I'll forget, the restaurant is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a
I used to fuck her in the ass my girl was asleep

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

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

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

And would the drugs make the bitch slack up
I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for
And we through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them just bitches like my Yorkie

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

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

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

flyin' nonstop, and bodies droppin'
Puff yelled, "Away", the cops then
My trigger finger started
Then Cyrus came from the kitchen
And second, you missed it

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

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

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

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

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