Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on
The first thing momma told him was take no shit
tag with body bag, bullets and bloody rag
And did you put the on the toe tag?

Whoever the man today, might not be the man
'Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps and
You gotta believe in something but you do
sure what you believe is real 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 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 of a Mossburgh Pump
When the come, I'ma be right there
With my nine in my hand and in my hair

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

games, I used to play back in '79
With the bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect, ya be individual
On the nigga nuts 'cuz he in the '64

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

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

When the 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 hand and braids in my

Way back in the days, we used to 'em in the street
But now when niggaz get beat they wanna go an' get their
Everybody know that you how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a nigga

I gotta dream maybe one day
Niggaz can't then walk away
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them up an'
Shoot 'em 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 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 mothafuckin' 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 and braids in my hair

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