Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

Here 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 shake
One mistake, blaow, start a
Fuck them niggaz, 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 runnin' from me, the Olympics
And I told my man I'ma get him
And every I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, blaka

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

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

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

They at this that serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke and the waiters is type rude
You see, I used to date bitch from Botswana
Half-African but she like 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 fuck her in the ass my girl was asleep

And she the one who me where these cats is at
I wait to get the gat and holla back, Kim c'mon

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

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

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

Pigs 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 off, masochist style

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

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

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

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

One shot, he's over, shit 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, in de hole
control, got nowhere to go

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

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