Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

S W nine millimeter,
Long-nose double barreled rifle,
infrared laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm to go

the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
Kim let's go! Slow down bro
You with the rap Rambo, Tony
Here's a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death'

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

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

And the funny about it, I'm a bitch
And got niggaz runnin' from me, the Olympics
And I told my man Gutter get him
And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him,

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

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

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

They at this restaurant that serve food
Where you allowed to smoke weed and the is type rude
You see, I used to date this bitch Botswana
but she looked like Madonna

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

And she the one who told me these cats is at
I can't wait to get the gat and holla back, Kim

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

We came to a red light, gave to pedestrians
Two black and lesbians
The nigga Puff ready to at these bitches
I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them down with them niggaz"

And would the drugs make the bitch slack up
I got hit men, spreaded the restaurant for backup
And we communicate headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggaz just bitches like my

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

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

And his boys, seem to be all on his dick
I mean the whole is really makin' me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and off to the bathroom
We started suckin' up like a vacuum

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

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

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

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

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

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