Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

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

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Now im
to rhyme on tracks like this
The more change
The more they the same
These games vidiots
Playin on the brink of
be a hockey rink
Lost in their
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 acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap
One hand behind them backs in black
Quiet riot ,yall cant one hand clap
is more than what you hear and what you see
The reintroduction
Of to society
Together we got 100 of sobriety
clones
Who be flippin new phones be surprisin me
out
They just to be in the house
So im a emout
I aint no church

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

Back in your dome where the rebelz
The greatest weapon in the hands of the is the mind of the oppressed

enemy the 7th octave we out