Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

I'm seein' in the alley and blood in the valley
the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
I'm callin' rally to the homies in the light
Take a real look at what it look like

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

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

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

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

I've hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' in
Niggaz be doin' what they 'posed to do
They betta on the corna with the busta crew

Playin' games, I used to back in '79
the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect, ya won't be
On the nigga 'cuz he rollin' in the '64

Yo line is fuck all a y'all
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 crew fall asleep

So pull your money outa pocket an' put it in the middle
This ain't no roosta ass Chicken nigga on a fiddle, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' I trust

the revolution come, I'ma be up front
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

Way in the days, we used to sling 'em in the street
But now when niggaz get beat they wanna go an' get their
Everybody know 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 then walk
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them up an'
Shoot 'em from the shoulders to show you can hold your

I sing the song of the of the black man in America
In a of hysteria, no longa will I accept the second rate
I to set the record straight b'fore I disobey

It's the one, two combination punch to the
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, be up front
With my on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
When the revolution come, I'ma be right
With my nine in my hand and braids in my

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