Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

take it, in case I don't make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure 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, a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, niggaz dust 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 shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, blaka

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo check it, she had a 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 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
Lose control, got to go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One more shot, 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 below, fire in de hole
control, got nowhere to go

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

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