Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

I'm seein' bodiez in the and blood in the valley
From the of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
I'm callin' rally to the homies in the light
Take a real close look at what it like

A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on
The first thing momma told him was don't take no
Playin' tag body bag, bullets and bloody rag
And did you put the on the toe tag?

Whoever the man today, not be the man tomorrow
'Cuz life is full of hardships, and sorrow
You gotta believe in something but you do
sure what you believe is real and true

Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to
My vision won't assault of wasted on blind eyes
Like AT&T, you gotta a switch
Or get pushed to the side like a lil' ol'

When the revolution come, be up front
With my finga on the trigga of a Pump
When the revolution come, I'ma be right
With my nine in my hand and braids in my

I've hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm doin' some recruitin' to mo' troops in
Niggaz don't be doin' what 'posed to do
betta post on the corna with the busta crew

Playin' games, I used to play in '79
With the bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want respect, ya won't be individual
On the nuts 'cuz he rollin' in the '64

Yo line is fuck all a y'all
But one day there's gonna be a call
That's why I'm deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
on a peep an' my crew don't fall asleep

So pull money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
This ain't no roosta ass George nigga on a fiddle, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my self I trust

When the come, I'ma be up front
With my on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
When the revolution come, I'ma be right
my nine in my hand and braids in my hair

Way in the days, we used to sling 'em in the street
But now niggaz get beat they wanna go an' get their heat
know that you know how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a nigga

I dream that maybe one day
can't fight then walk away
I'm talkin' to cuff with them pistols up an'
Shoot 'em from the shoulders to show them you can your

I sing the song of the fight of the man in America
In a state of hysteria, no longa I accept the second rate
I plan to set the record straight I disobey

It's the one, two punch to the throat
There's a hole in ya boat, bitch, all she wrote
Ashes to ashes, to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust

When the come, I'ma be up front
With my finga on the of a Mossburgh Pump
When the come, I'ma be right there
my nine in my hand and braids in my hair

When the revolution come, be straight loc
Goin' out in a cloud of pistol
The revolution come, the revolution