Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

[Society's
We was raised in streets on pork and poison meat
Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the teeth
Puff on the leaf and bust on the police
While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the 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 dick sick ryhme like cereal. i
Burn like venerial, and spit that wizardry that climbs right through
The curcitry.
Choake your team for cream but that's as far as we go
Drop shit seaguls and smash your little ego.
I get visions like and coleco,
Give me 2000 live
One show no seaquel.
Aint no in the flesh
I been through evil than men do.
Nasty off the and with the pen too!

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Now im
to rhyme on tracks like this
The things change
The more they remain the
games them vidiots
Playin on the of insane
Must be a rink
in their drink
In of plain jane
I think man they think a revolution be pretty in
Now in new tracks
of these cats dont know how to act
All them criminal acts got nuttin to do wit rap
One hand behind them backs in black
riot ,yall cant hear one hand clap
Revolution is more than what you hear and you see
The reintroduction
Of to society
we got 100 years of sobriety
These
Who be flippin like new be surprisin me
out
They happy to be in the house
So im a call
I no church mouse

[Griff's
I rap
Write a 16 and half of
eat some mix greens after that
My raps niggerish black licorice
wack rappers get rich off some jibberish
The hoods for deliverance"g"
I'm a hood figure to deliverance this
L y should get the "sy"
I'm thinkng me and pe should passed it on
Society's the
He get's more love than
On the road to
Cause expensive
Finance whips. finance clips our chips
In the ghetto raising rebelz with some azz tits.
No champagne no campaign no ice on my
While bred'z dipp'n on fedz on crys
Out of my mind ethiopian on my lips
Still aint the master mind
The mine. hey!!!!

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

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