Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

take it, in case I don't 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, them niggaz to me
And if I knock Cyrus off a plus for me

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

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

I Cease and Puff callin' like the Holy Tabernacle
be down 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, a hat on that weave
I'm tryin' to catch nigga Cyrus, 'fore him an' his boys leave

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

Aiyyo check it, she had a for a pet
I'll never forget, the 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 told me where cats is at
I wait to get the gat and holla back, Kim c'mon

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 down with niggaz"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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