Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

A nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
The first thing momma him was don't take no shit
Playin' tag with body bag, and bloody 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 gotta in something but whatever you do
Make sure what you believe is and true

the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize
My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil'
Like AT&T, you gotta make a
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, I'ma be there
With my in my hand and braids in my hair

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

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

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

So pull money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
ain't 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, 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

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

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

I sing the of the fight of the black man in America
In a of hysteria, no longa will I accept the second rate
I plan to set the record 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 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 and braids in my hair

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