Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

S W nine millimeter,
double barreled rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot,
Puff, I'm ready to go

Threw the clips around the shoulders, in the holster
Kim let's go! down bab' bro
You with the rap Rambo, Montana
a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandanna

Here take it, in case I make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure fake it
The way I see it, mmm,
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me

Dawg, I got shit to make the shake
One mistake, blaow, a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, them dust to me
And if I knock off that's a plus for me

And the thing about it, I'm a bitch
And got niggaz runnin' me, like the Olympics
And I my man Gutter I'ma get him
And shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, blaka

Pressure below, fire in de hole
control, got nowhere to go

I heard Cease and Puff callin' like the Holy
I'll be down in a minute, I'm a Snapple

A Bitch I got bombs and shit
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that
I'm tryin' to catch this nigga Cyrus, him an' his boys leave

They at this that serve African food
Where you allowed to weed and the waiters is type rude
You see, I to date this bitch from Botswana
Half-African but she like Madonna

Aiyyo it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a
I used to fuck her in the ass my girl was asleep

And she the one who told me where cats is at
I wait to get the gat and holla back, Kim c'mon

Pressure down below, in de hole
control, got nowhere to go

We to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two and white lesbians
The nigga Puff ready to holla at these
I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them bitches with them niggaz"

And never would the drugs make the bitch up
I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for
And we communicate headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggaz bitches like my Yorkie

like to forfeit, we on point like snipers
Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless the movies
All I can about, is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his off, masochist style

Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they him
When I finish with him please, his name is Swiss
My main focus, is his hand man Mouse
An' Sheisty and two-sided, profession dick

And his boys, they seem to be all on his
I mean the whole situation is really makin' me
And Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started suckin' niggaz up like a

Bullets flyin' nonstop, and bodies
Puff yelled, "Away", the cops then
My finger started itchin'
Then Cyrus came from the kitchen
And second, you missed it

Listen, it's soundin' like the 4th of
the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I believe this guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his the size of cup holders

One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm
But I'ma my breath, til he fall to his death
But he was
little kid squeezed off in his pelvis

Pressure down below, fire in de
control, got nowhere to go

Pressure down below, in de hole
Lose control, got to go

Pressure below, fire in de hole
control, got nowhere to go