Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

[Chuck's
Now im
Easy to on tracks like this
The more things
The more they remain the
These them vidiots
on the brink of insane
Must be a rink
in their drink
In pursuit of plain
I think man they think a revolution be in pink
Now in new tracks
Some of these cats dont how to act
All them criminal aint got nuttin to do wit rap
One hand behind them backs in black
Quiet ,yall cant 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 like new phones 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
Then eat some mix greens after
My niggerish black like licorice
While wack get rich off some jibberish
The begging for deliverance"g"
I'm a hood figure to deliverance this
L y get into the "sy"
I'm thinkng me and pe have passed it on
Society's the
He more love than tennis
On the to riches
Cause expensive
whips. finance clips spend our chips
In the raising rebelz with some fine azz tits.
No champagne no campaign no ice on my
While bred'z dipp'n on sipp'n on crys
Out of my ethiopian wine on my lips
Still signed the master mind
The mine. hey!!!!

Back in your where the rebelz rome
The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the of the oppressed

Public the 7th octave we out