Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

[Society's
We was raised in these streets on pork and poison
Now i recognize the and bare the mark of the gold teeth
Puff on the rolled and bust on the police
While yall playas are fakin bacon we the whole beef.
I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and brain
Cell by cell and by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big sick ryhme killer like cereal. i
Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry climbs right through
The curcitry.
your team for their cream but that's as far as we go
Drop shit like seaguls and your little ego.
I get visions stevie and coleco,
Give me 2000 people
One show no seaquel.
no equal in the flesh
I been more evil than men do.
off the head and with the pen too!

[Chuck's
Now im
Easy to on tracks like this
The more things
The more they the same
These games vidiots
Playin on the of insane
Must be a hockey
in their drink
In pursuit of jane
I man they think a revolution be pretty in pink
Now in these new
Some of these dont know how to act
All them criminal acts got nuttin to do wit rap
One hand cuffuffed behind them in black
Quiet riot ,yall hear one hand clap
Revolution is more than what you hear and you see
The reintroduction
Of society to
Together we got 100 years of
These
Who be flippin new phones be surprisin me
out
They happy just to be in the
So im a call
I aint no mouse

[Griff's
I rap
Write a 16 and half of
Then eat mix greens after that
My raps niggerish black like
While wack rappers get rich off jibberish
The begging for deliverance"g"
I'm just a hood to deliverance this
L y get into the "sy"
I'm thinkng me and pe should have it on
Society's the
He get's more love tennis
On the to riches
Cause revolutions
Finance whips. clips spend our chips
In the ghetto raising with some fine azz tits.
No no campaign no ice on my wrist
While dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys
Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my
Still aint signed the mind
The mine. hey!!!!

Back in dome where the rebelz rome
The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the

enemy the 7th octave we out