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 Compton
I'm callin' to the homies in the street light
Take a real close at what it look like

A young nigga in the ghetto up on whit
The first momma told him was don't take no shit
Playin' tag with body bag, and bloody 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 gotta believe in something but you do
Make sure what you is real and true

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

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

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 betta post on the corna with the busta

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 he rollin' in the '64

Yo favorite line is all a y'all
But one day there's gonna be a final
That's why I'm rollin' deep in the Jeep
Always on a peep an' my crew fall asleep

So pull your money outa 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 Pump
When the revolution come, I'ma be right
my nine 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 wanna go an' get their heat
Everybody that you know 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 fist to cuff with them pistols up an'
Shoot 'em from the shoulders to show 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 I disobey

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

When the revolution come, I'ma be up
my finga 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

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