Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

Here take it, in I don't make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm sure 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 Cyrus off that's a plus for me

And the funny thing it, I'm a bitch
And got niggaz 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 below, fire in de hole
control, got nowhere to go

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

A Bitch I got bombs and shit
Grenades and razor and alarms and shit
You better on, girl, throw 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
you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude
You see, I to date this bitch from Botswana
Half-African but she like Madonna

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

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

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

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

And would the drugs make the bitch slack up
I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for
And we communicate through headsets and
niggaz just bitches like my Yorkie

Pigs like to forfeit, we on point snipers
and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
All I can think about, is how he killed my man
Cut his head off, masochist

Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the they call him
When I finish with him please, his name is Swiss
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 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", the cops then
My trigger started itchin'
Then Cyrus came spittin' from the
And next second, you it

Listen, it's soundin' like the 4th of
Like the solar is lit right in the sky
I can't this guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his 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
This little kid squeezed off in his

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

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

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