Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

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

I've been hollerin' and yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm some 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 bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect, ya won't be
On the nigga nuts 'cuz he in the '64

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

So pull money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
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
my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
When the revolution come, I'ma be there
my nine in my hand and braids in my hair

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

I gotta that maybe one day
Niggaz can't fight walk away
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them up an'
Shoot 'em 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 accept the rate
I plan to set the record b'fore I disobey

It's the one, two punch to the throat
There's a hole in ya boat, bitch, all she wrote
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
When the come, I'ma be right there
With my in my hand and braids in my hair

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