Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

Whoever the man today, might not be the man
life is full of hardships, pimpslaps and sorrow
You gotta believe in something but 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 lil' eyes
Like AT&T, you gotta a switch
Or get to the side like a lil' ol' bitch

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

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

games, I used to play back in '79
With the same an' the same ol' lie
If you some 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 be a final call
That's why I'm rollin' deep in the Jeep
Always on a peep an' my don't fall asleep

So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the
This no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I

the revolution come, I'ma be up front
With my finga on the of a Mossburgh Pump
When the 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 you know how to kill
But me do you how to let a nigga live?

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

I the song of the fight of the black man in America
In a state of hysteria, no longa I accept the second rate
I plan to set the 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
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my self I trust

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

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