Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and in the valley
From the shores of all the way to Compton Cali
I'm rally 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 thing momma 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

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

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

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

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

games, I used 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 he rollin' in the '64

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

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

the revolution 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 hand and 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
Everybody know that you how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a live?

I gotta dream maybe one day
Niggaz can't fight then walk
I'm talkin' fist to cuff them pistols 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 state of hysteria, no longa will I accept the rate
I to set the record straight 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 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 hand and braids in my

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