Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

What of life is this?
selling off your soul where the is
you couldn't kick cold and you're coughin, Wiz
I'm trynna control of my world I've been torn from my providence
What
You puttin on queens that you wouldn't wife
You puttin bling on things that you buy
You trynna buy the dream but you pay the price
Now you slicin up your wrist cuz they taught you to knife
Atomic bombs in rotation for world domination its game over like the globes a playstation
Who's holy will rule the population?
If I the world diamonds and coal wouldn't control the whole of the spectrum
I'd burst through the rectum cuz I smell the bullshit peace and love we 'em
And through the lies we know we need to

The revolution will not be
The revolution will not be
The revolution not be televised

Is there a head of for the human race cuz the hell we face heaven on earth since my birth is a better place
and the need for greed is so
I think the for love means more greatness
This lifes a struggle I feel blessed
Risin the ghetto and the circle of death
we change the world, we must affect the globe
And it known we want a place where our children can roam
Maybe we ill advised
We were taught to stack for these nighty nights
we were taught to get until our demise
the lies and maybe 9 to 5 isn't slavery guys
so maybe i was ill
until I open my eyes I felt a of a spiritual time
I wanna the world better than when I arrived

The revolution will not be
The revolution not be televised
The will not be televised

I thought it was all for the people, the feeble, who wants to be the of those just going for harm and evil
Christ, me
I out tribal
A savage running just to stagger from the 5-0
A lesson from my they go wherever I go
Reading take a cuz you're gon need it in idol
Thing is I lay down I feel a bit a ligo
started out reciting scriptures out the bible say
we kings and eating chicken wings
while the plot is thickening from the very beginning im
Im trynna an answer in the journal scribbling
if the kids are feeling ill its because this is sickening
fight for you want but die for what you need
and watch my people grieve while dropping to our knees
the bottom, from the very core, from the dirt poor
from the dirt on the shelves at these hand stores
the
I make art mama not war
don't wanna break hearts we just bleed homes
fuck this material bullshit
it won't determine my interior
my soul closed and you could rule this
my god in the strength where my root is
until we you know you need to recognize

The will not be televised
The revolution will not be
The revolution will not be
The revolution will not be