Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

Whoever the man today, not be the man tomorrow
life is full 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' an' come to realize
My won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
Like AT&T, you gotta a switch
Or get pushed to the like a lil' ol' bitch

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

been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' 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 same an' the same ol' lie
If you some respect, ya won't be individual
On the nuts 'cuz he rollin' in the '64

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the come, I'ma 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 in my hair

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