Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

Here take it, in I don't make it
'Cause if my 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 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 thing about it, I'm a bitch
And got runnin' from me, like the Olympics
And I told my man I'ma get him
And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Cyrus did it, the Virus they call him
When I finish with him please, his name is Cheese
My main focus, is his right hand man
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 when Cyrus got up, and off to the bathroom
We suckin' niggaz up like a vacuum

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

Listen, soundin' like the 4th of July
the solar eclipse 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 more shot, he's over, Puff, I'm empty
But I'ma hold my breath, til he to his death
But he was
This little kid off in his pelvis

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

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

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