Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

Here take it, in case I make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn gon' fake it
The way I see it, mmm,
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me

Dawg, I got to make the world shake
One mistake, blaow, start a
them 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 runnin' from me, like the Olympics
And I my man Gutter I'ma get him
And every shell I spit, is to hit him, blaka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pigs to forfeit, we on point like snipers
and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
All I can think about, is how he my man Smiles
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 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 mean the whole situation is makin' me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and off to the bathroom
We started suckin' niggaz up a vacuum

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

Listen, soundin' like the 4th of July
Like the 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 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, fire in de
control, got nowhere to go

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

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