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

Here it, in case I don't make it
'Cause if my life 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, a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, them dust to me
And if I Cyrus off that's a plus for me

And the thing about it, I'm a bitch
And got niggaz runnin' me, like the Olympics
And I told my man I'ma get him
And every shell I spit, is to hit him, blaka

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

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

A Snapple? Bitch I got and shit
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on weave
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 waiters is type
You see, I used to date this bitch Botswana
but she looked like Madonna

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

And she the one who told me where these is at
I wait to get the gat and holla 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 these
I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them bitches down with niggaz"

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

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

Yeah, Cyrus did it, the Virus they call him
When I finish with him please, his name is Swiss
My main focus, is his right man Mouse
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 Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started niggaz up like a vacuum

Bullets flyin' nonstop, and droppin'
Puff yelled, "Away", the cops then
My trigger finger started
Then Cyrus came spittin' from the
And second, you missed it

Listen, it's 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 shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty
But I'ma hold my breath, til he to his death
But he was
This little kid squeezed off in his

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

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

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