Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

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

Fuck the liez an' an' come 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'

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

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

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

Yo favorite line is all a y'all
But one day there's gonna be a call
That's why I'm rollin' in the motherfuckin' Jeep
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, to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust

When the revolution come, I'ma be up
With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh
When the revolution come, I'ma be right
With my in my hand 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 know how to
But tell me do you how to let a live?

I gotta dream that one day
Niggaz can't fight then walk
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them up an'
Shoot 'em from the shoulders to show them you can your

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

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

the revolution 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

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