Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

Threw the around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
Kim go! Slow down bab' bro
You the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandanna

Here it, in case I don't make it
if my life don't end, I'm damn 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 shake
One mistake, blaow, a earthquake
Fuck niggaz, them 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 runnin' me, like the Olympics
And I told my man Gutter get him
And every shell I spit, is to hit him, blaka

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

I heard Cease and Puff callin' like the Tabernacle
I'll be down in a minute, I'm a Snapple

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

They at this restaurant serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type
You see, I used to date this from Botswana
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, that 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 wait to get the gat and holla back, Kim

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

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

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

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

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

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 suckin' niggaz up like a vacuum

flyin' nonstop, and bodies droppin'
Puff yelled, "Away", the cops then
My trigger finger started
Then Cyrus came spittin' from the
And second, you missed it

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

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

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

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

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