Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

Whoever the man today, might not be the man
life is full of hardships, pimpslaps and sorrow
You gotta believe in something but you do
Make sure what you believe is real and

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

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

I've been hollerin' and yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' in
Niggaz be doin' what they 'posed 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 won't be
On the nigga nuts 'cuz he in the '64

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

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

When the revolution come, I'ma be up
my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
When the revolution come, be right there
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
know that you know how to kill
But me do you how to let a nigga live?

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

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 b'fore I

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

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

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