Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

Here take it, in case I 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 world
One mistake, blaow, a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, niggaz dust to me
And if I Cyrus off that's a plus for me

And the funny about it, I'm a bitch
And got niggaz runnin' from me, the Olympics
And I my man Gutter 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 Cease and Puff like the Holy Tabernacle
I'll be in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Listen, it's like the 4th of July
Like the eclipse is lit right in the sky
I believe this guy, he won't fall over
is in his body the size of cup holders

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

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

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

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