Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on
The first thing momma told him was take no shit
Playin' tag body bag, bullets and bloody rag
And did you put the on the toe tag?

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

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

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

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

Playin' games, I used to play in '79
the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect, ya be individual
On the nigga 'cuz he rollin' in the '64

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

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

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

Way back in the days, we to sling 'em in the street
But now when niggaz get 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 dream that maybe one day
Niggaz can't then walk away
I'm talkin' to cuff with them pistols up an'
'em from the shoulders to show them you can hold your

I sing the song of the fight of the black man in
In a state of hysteria, no longa will I accept the rate
I plan to set the record straight b'fore I

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

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

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