Luyện nghe bài hát Revolution

[Society's
We was raised in these streets on and poison meat
Now i the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth
on the rolled leaf and bust on the police
While yall playas are bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it plain, i stimulate the left and right brain
by cell and frame by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick killer like cereal. i
Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that right through
The curcitry.
Choake your team for their cream but as far as we go
Drop shit like seaguls and smash your ego.
I get visions like and coleco,
Give me 2000 live
One late no seaquel.
Aint no equal in the
I through more evil than men do.
Nasty off the and with the pen too!

[Chuck's
Now im
to rhyme on tracks like this
The things change
The more they remain the
These games vidiots
Playin on the of insane
be a hockey rink
Lost in drink
In pursuit of jane
I think man they a revolution be pretty in pink
Now in new tracks
Some of these cats dont how to act
All them criminal acts aint got to do wit rap
One hand cuffuffed behind backs in black
Quiet riot ,yall cant one hand clap
is more than what you hear and what you see
The reintroduction
Of society to
we got 100 years of sobriety
These
Who be flippin like new be surprisin me
out
They happy to be in the house
So im a call
I aint no church

[Griff's
I rap
Write a 16 and of that
Then eat some mix greens after
My raps black like licorice
wack rappers get rich off some jibberish
The begging for deliverance"g"
I'm just a figure to deliverance this
L y should get the "sy"
I'm thinkng me and pe should passed it on
the menace
He get's more love than
On the to riches
Cause expensive
Finance whips. clips spend our chips
In the raising rebelz with some fine azz tits.
No champagne no campaign no ice on my
While bred'z on fedz sipp'n on crys
Out of my ethiopian wine on my lips
Still signed the master mind
The mine. hey!!!!

Back in dome where the rebelz rome
The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the of the oppressed

Public the 7th octave we out