Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

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

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

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

I've been hollerin' and yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm doin' recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
Niggaz don't be doin' what they to do
betta post 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 some respect, ya be individual
On the nuts 'cuz he rollin' in the '64

Yo favorite is fuck all a y'all
But one day gonna be a final call
That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin'
Always on a peep an' my don't fall asleep

So pull your 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
the revolution come, I'ma be right there
With my nine in my hand and in my hair

Way in the days, we used to sling 'em in the street
But now when niggaz get beat they wanna go an' get heat
Everybody know that you 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' 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 black man in
In a state of hysteria, no longa will I the second rate
I plan to set the straight b'fore I disobey

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

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

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