Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

Here it, in case I don't make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' 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 that's a 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 below, fire in de hole
control, got nowhere to go

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

A Snapple? I got bombs and shit
Grenades and razor and alarms 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 that serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type
You see, I used to this bitch from Botswana
Half-African but she like Madonna

Aiyyo check it, she had a for a pet
I'll forget, the restaurant is where we met
And her Lizette, that bitch is a freak
I used to her in the ass while my girl was asleep

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

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

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

And would the drugs make the bitch slack up
I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for
And we communicate through and walkie-talkies
Them niggaz bitches like 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 head off, style

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

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

Bullets flyin' nonstop, and droppin'
yelled, "Away", that's the cops then
My finger started itchin'
Then came spittin' from the kitchen
And second, you missed 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 body the size of cup

One more shot, he's over, Puff, I'm empty
But hold my breath, til he fall 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 below, fire in de hole
control, got nowhere to go

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