Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

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
Fuck them niggaz, niggaz dust to me
And if I knock Cyrus off that's a for me

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

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 this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him an' his boys leave

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

check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the is where we met
And her Lizette, that bitch is a freak
I used to fuck her in the ass my girl was asleep

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

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

We came to a red light, gave to pedestrians
Two black and 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, spreaded the restaurant for backup
And we communicate through headsets and
Them niggaz bitches like my Yorkie

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

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

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

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

Listen, it's like the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall
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 fall to his
But he was
This little kid squeezed off in his

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

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

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