Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

I'm seein' in the alley and blood in the valley
From the of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
I'm rally to the homies in the street light
Take a real look 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 body bag, bullets and bloody rag
And did you put the dodge on the toe

Whoever the man today, not be the man tomorrow
'Cuz life is of hardships, pimpslaps and sorrow
You gotta believe in but whatever you do
Make sure what you believe is and true

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

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

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

Playin' games, I used to back in '79
the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you some respect, ya won't be individual
On the nuts '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 motherfuckin'
on a peep an' my crew don't fall asleep

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

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

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

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

I the song of the fight of the black man in America
In a state of hysteria, no longa will I the second rate
I plan to set the record straight I disobey

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

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

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