Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

the man today, might not be the man tomorrow
'Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps and
You believe in something but whatever you do
Make sure what you is real and true

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gotta that maybe one day
Niggaz can't fight walk away
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them 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 of hysteria, no longa will I accept the second rate
I to set the record straight b'fore I disobey

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

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

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