Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

S W nine millimeter,
double 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 the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death'

take it, in case I don't make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm 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, start a
them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
And if I Cyrus off that's a plus for me

And the funny thing about it, I'm a
And got niggaz from me, like the Olympics
And I told my man I'ma 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 Tabernacle
I'll be 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, a hat on that weave
I'm tryin' to catch nigga Cyrus, 'fore him an' his boys leave

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

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

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, fire in de
Lose control, got to go

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

And never would the drugs make the slack up
I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for
And we communicate through headsets and
niggaz just bitches like my Yorkie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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