Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

Here take it, in case I make it
'Cause if my don't 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, start a
them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
And if I knock off that's a plus for me

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

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

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

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

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

check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the restaurant is we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a
I used to 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

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

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

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

Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like
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, did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish with him please, his name is Swiss
My main focus, is his right man Mouse
An' Sheisty and two-sided, profession dick

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

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

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

One shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty
But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his
But he was
This little kid off in his pelvis

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

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

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