Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

[Society's
We was raised in these streets on and poison meat
Now i the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth
on the rolled leaf and bust on the police
While yall playas are bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right
by cell and frame by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big sick ryhme killer like cereal. i
Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs 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 like and coleco,
Give me 2000 people
One late no seaquel.
Aint no in the flesh
I been through evil than men do.
off the head and with the pen too!

[Chuck's
Now im
Easy to rhyme on tracks like
The more things
The more remain the same
These games them
Playin on the brink of
be a hockey rink
Lost in their
In of plain jane
I think man they think a revolution be pretty in
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 hear one hand clap
Revolution is than what you hear and what you see
The mass
Of society to
we got 100 years of sobriety
These
Who be like new phones be surprisin me
out
They happy just to be in the
So im a emout
I aint no church

[Griff's
I rap
Write a 16 and half of
Then eat some mix greens after
My niggerish black like licorice
While wack get rich off some jibberish
The hoods for deliverance"g"
I'm just a 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 than tennis
On the to riches
revolutions expensive
Finance whips. finance clips spend our
In the ghetto raising rebelz some fine azz tits.
No champagne no no ice on my wrist
bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys
Out of my ethiopian wine on my lips
aint signed the master mind
The mine. hey!!!!

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

enemy the 7th octave we out