Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

What kind of is this?
selling off your soul the profit is
you couldn't this cold and you're coughin, Wiz
I'm trynna take control of my I've been torn from my providence
life?
You puttin things on queens you wouldn't wife
You puttin bling on things you couldn't buy
You buy the dream but you couldn't pay the price
Now you slicin up your wrist cuz they taught you where to
Atomic bombs in rotation for world domination until its game over the globes a playstation
Who's nation will rule the population?
If I ruled the 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 will not be televised
The revolution not be televised
The will not be televised

Is there a head of state for the human race cuz the hell we face heaven on earth my birth is a better place
and the need for is so basic
I the need for love means more greatness
This lifes a struggle I feel blessed
Risin from the ghetto and the of death
Before we change the world, we affect the globe
And it known we want a place where our children can roam
Maybe we were ill
We were taught to stack for these nighty nights
we were taught to get until our demise
believe the lies and maybe 9 to 5 slavery guys
so maybe i was ill
until I open my eyes I felt a vibe of a time
I wanna leave the world better than when I

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

I thought it was all for the people, the feeble, who wants to be the leader of just going for harm and evil
Christ, me
I out tribal
A savage running rampant just to stagger the 5-0
A lesson from my grams go wherever I go
Reading take a bible cuz you're gon it in idol
Thing is when I lay down I a bit a ligo
out reciting scriptures out the bible that say
we kings and queens chicken wings
while the plot is thickening from the very beginning im
Im find an answer in the journal scribbling
if the kids are feeling ill its this world is sickening
fight for what you want but die for you need
and watch my people grieve while we're dropping to our
the bottom, from the very core, from the dirt poor
from the dirt on the shelves at second hand stores
the
I wanna art mama not war
don't wanna break hearts we just wanna homes
fuck this material exterior
it won't determine my interior
my soul closed and you could never this
my god lives in the strength where my is
until we you know you need to recognize

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