Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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

take it, in case I don't 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 make the shake
One mistake, blaow, a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, them dust to me
And if I knock off that's a plus for me

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the is where we met
And her Lizette, that bitch is a freak
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 to get the gat and holla back, Kim c'mon

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

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

And never would the make the bitch slack up
I got hit men, spreaded the restaurant for backup
And we through 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 head off, style

Yeah, did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish with him please, his is Swiss Cheese
My main focus, is his hand man Mouse
An' and two-sided, profession dick 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 dipped off to the
We started niggaz up like a vacuum

Bullets flyin' nonstop, and bodies
Puff yelled, "Away", that's the then
My finger started itchin'
Then came spittin' from the kitchen
And next second, you it

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

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

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

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

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