Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' to realize
My vision assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
Like AT&T, you gotta a switch
Or get pushed to the side like a lil' ol'

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

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

games, I used to play back in '79
With the same bullshit an' the ol' lie
If you want respect, ya won't be individual
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 fall

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

Way back in the days, we to sling 'em in the street
But now when niggaz get beat they go an' get their heat
Everybody know that you 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 them pistols up an'
Shoot 'em from the 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 second
I plan to set the record straight b'fore I

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

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

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