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

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

Here take it, in I don't make it
'Cause if my life 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, a earthquake
Fuck niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
And if I knock Cyrus off a plus for me

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

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

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

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

They at restaurant that serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is rude
You see, I used to date 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 where these is at
I wait to get the gat and holla back, Kim c'mon

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

We came to a red light, right-of-way to pedestrians
Two and white 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 for backup
And we through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggaz bitches like 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 head off, style

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

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

flyin' nonstop, and bodies droppin'
Puff yelled, "Away", that's the cops
My trigger started itchin'
Cyrus 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 more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm
But I'ma hold my breath, til he to his death
But he was
This little kid off in his pelvis

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

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

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