Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

S W nine millimeter,
Long-nose double rifle, check
Semi-automatic laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm to go

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

Here take it, in case I don't 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
Fuck niggaz, them niggaz dust 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 every shell I spit, is to hit him, blaka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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