Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the
From the of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
I'm callin' rally to the in the street light
Take a close look at what it look like

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

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

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

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

I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, an' shootin'
I'm doin' some recruitin' to mo' troops in
Niggaz don't be doin' what they 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 some respect, ya won't be individual
On the nigga nuts he rollin' in the '64

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

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 mothafuckin' I trust

When the come, I'ma be up front
my finga on the trigga 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 get beat they wanna go an' get their heat
Everybody know that you how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a nigga

I gotta dream that one day
Niggaz can't 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 state of hysteria, no longa will I accept the second
I plan to set the record straight I disobey

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

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

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