Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

S W millimeter, check
double barreled rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser shot, check
Puff, I'm ready 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 it, in case I don't make 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 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 funny about it, I'm a bitch
And got niggaz runnin' me, like the Olympics
And I told my man Gutter get him
And shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, blaka

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

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

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

at this restaurant that serve African 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

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

And she the one who told me where 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, gave right-of-way to
Two black and white
The nigga Puff ready to holla at these
I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them bitches down them niggaz"

And would the drugs make the bitch slack up
I got hit men, through the restaurant for backup
And we through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggaz bitches like my Yorkie

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

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

And his boys, they seem to be all on his
I mean the whole situation is really me sick
And when 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 finger started itchin'
Then Cyrus came spittin' the kitchen
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 guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his body the of cup holders

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

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

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

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