Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

I'm bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley
From the of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
I'm callin' to the homies in the street light
Take a real close look at it look like

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

Whoever the man today, not be the man tomorrow
'Cuz life is full of hardships, and sorrow
You believe in something but whatever you do
Make sure what you believe is and true

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

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

I've been and hoopin' yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
I'm some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
Niggaz don't be doin' what 'posed to do
They betta on the corna with the busta crew

Playin' games, I to play back in '79
the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect, ya be individual
On the nigga 'cuz he rollin' in the '64

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

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

When the come, I'ma be up front
With my on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
the revolution 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 know you know how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a nigga

I gotta dream that one day
Niggaz fight then walk away
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them up an'
Shoot 'em the shoulders to show them you can hold your

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 plan to set the 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, to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust

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

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