Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

take it, in case 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 shit to make the shake
One mistake, blaow, a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz to me
And if I knock Cyrus off a plus for me

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

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

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

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

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

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 fuck her in the ass my girl was asleep

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they 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 rider

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

Bullets nonstop, and bodies droppin'
yelled, "Away", that's the cops then
My trigger finger started
Then came spittin' from the kitchen
And second, you missed it

Listen, it's soundin' the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall
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
This little kid off in his pelvis

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

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

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