Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

A young in the ghetto raised up on whit
The first thing told him was don't take no shit
Playin' tag with body bag, bullets and 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, pimpslaps and
You believe in something but whatever you do
Make sure what you believe is real and

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

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

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

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

Yo favorite line is fuck all a
But one day there's gonna be a call
why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
Always on a peep an' my crew fall asleep

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

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

I gotta dream that one day
Niggaz can't fight then walk
I'm talkin' fist to cuff them pistols up an'
'em from the shoulders to show them you can hold your

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

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' I trust

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

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