Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

A young nigga in the ghetto up on whit
The thing momma told him was don't take no shit
Playin' tag body bag, bullets and bloody 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 something but you do
Make sure you believe is real and true

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

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

been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm some recruitin' to bring mo' troops 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 be individual
On the nigga nuts 'cuz he in the '64

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

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

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

Way back in the days, we used to 'em in the street
But now when niggaz get they wanna go an' get their heat
Everybody that you know how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a live?

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

I sing the song of the of the black man in America
In a of hysteria, no longa will I accept the second rate
I to set the record straight b'fore I disobey

It's the one, two combination punch to the
a hole in ya boat, bitch, that's all she wrote
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, be right there
my nine in my hand and braids in my hair

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