Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

[Society's
We was in these streets on pork and poison meat
Now i recognize the beast and bare the of the gold teeth
on the rolled leaf and bust on the police
While yall are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right
Cell by and frame by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick killer like cereal. i
Burn like venerial, and that imperial wizardry that climbs right through
The curcitry.
Choake your 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.
Aint no in the flesh
I been through more evil men do.
Nasty off the head and the pen too!

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Now im
Easy to rhyme on tracks this
The more change
The they remain the same
These games them
on the brink of insane
Must be a rink
Lost in their
In pursuit of jane
I think man they think a revolution be in pink
Now in these new
Some of these cats dont how to act
All them criminal aint got nuttin to do wit rap
One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in
Quiet riot ,yall cant one hand clap
Revolution is more than you hear and what you see
The mass
Of to society
we got 100 years of sobriety
These
Who be like new phones be surprisin me
out
They just to be in the house
So im a call
I no church 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 should get the "sy"
I'm me and pe should have passed it on
Society's the
He get's more love tennis
On the road to
revolutions expensive
Finance whips. finance clips spend our
In the ghetto rebelz with some fine azz tits.
No champagne no campaign no ice on my
bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys
Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my
aint signed the master mind
The mine. hey!!!!

Back in your dome the rebelz rome
The weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed

Public the 7th octave we out