Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

Here take it, in case I 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 the world shake
One mistake, blaow, start a
Fuck niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
And if I knock Cyrus off a plus 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

down 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 drinkin' a

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

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

check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the restaurant is we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a
I used to fuck her in the ass while my 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

down below, fire 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 Puff to holla at these bitches
I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them down with them niggaz"

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

like to forfeit, we on point 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, masochist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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