Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

S W nine millimeter,
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! Slow bab' bro
You the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After bandanna

Here it, in case I don't make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure 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, start a
Fuck them niggaz, them dust to me
And if I knock Cyrus off a plus for me

And the funny thing it, I'm a bitch
And got niggaz runnin' 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, fire in de
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? Bitch I got and shit
and razor blades and alarms and shit
You come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
I'm tryin' to catch this nigga Cyrus, him an' his boys leave

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

Aiyyo check it, she had a for a pet
I'll never forget, the restaurant is 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 below, fire in de hole
Lose control, got to go

We to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white
The Puff ready to holla at these 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 for backup
And we communicate through and walkie-talkies
Them niggaz just bitches like my

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

Yeah, did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I with him please, his name is Swiss Cheese
My main focus, is his right hand man
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 niggaz up like a vacuum

Bullets nonstop, and bodies droppin'
Puff yelled, "Away", the cops then
My trigger finger itchin'
Cyrus came spittin' from the kitchen
And next second, you it

Listen, soundin' like 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 the size 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
little kid squeezed off in his pelvis

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

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

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