Luyện nghe bài hát The Revolution

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

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

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

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

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

I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, an' shootin'
I'm doin' some recruitin' to 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
the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want respect, ya won't be individual
On the nuts '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
Always on a peep an' my crew don't fall

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

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

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

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

I sing the of the fight of the black man in America
In a state of hysteria, no longa I accept the second rate
I plan to set the record 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, I'ma be up
With my finga on the trigga of a Pump
When the come, I'ma be right there
With my nine in my and braids in my hair

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