Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

A young nigga in the ghetto up on whit
The first thing momma 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 is full of hardships, pimpslaps and sorrow
You gotta believe in but whatever you do
Make sure you believe is real and true

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

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

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

Playin' games, I to play back in '79
the same bullshit 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 line is fuck all a
But one day there's gonna be a final
That's why I'm deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
Always on a peep an' my don't fall asleep

So pull your money outa your an' put it in the middle
This no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I

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

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

I gotta dream maybe one day
Niggaz can't fight then away
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with pistols up an'
Shoot 'em from the shoulders to show you can hold your

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 plan to set the straight b'fore I disobey

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

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

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