Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

[Society's
We was raised in these streets on pork and poison
Now i recognize the and bare the mark of the gold teeth
Puff on the rolled 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
by cell and frame by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick ryhme like cereal. i
Burn like venerial, and that imperial wizardry that climbs right through
The curcitry.
Choake your team for cream but that's as far as we go
Drop shit like seaguls and smash your ego.
I get like stevie and coleco,
Give me 2000 people
One late no seaquel.
Aint no equal in the
I been more 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 remain the
games them vidiots
Playin on the of insane
Must be a 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 cuffuffed them backs in black
Quiet riot ,yall cant one hand clap
Revolution is more what you hear and what you see
The reintroduction
Of to society
we got 100 years of sobriety
These
Who be flippin like new phones be me
out
They happy just to be in the
So im a emout
I aint no mouse

[Griff's
I rap
a 16 and half of that
Then eat 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 hood figure to this
L y should get the "sy"
I'm thinkng me and pe have passed it on
Society's the
He get's more love tennis
On the road to
Cause revolutions
Finance whips. finance clips spend our
In the raising rebelz with some fine azz tits.
No no campaign no ice on my wrist
While dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys
Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my
Still aint signed the mind
The mine. hey!!!!

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

enemy the 7th octave we out