Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My called me in the morning from a hospital bed
He got holes in his body from a full of lead
He said, three motherfuckers his lady knows
Tried to his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub bed, my homie lays up
He got sprayed up, he wouldn't raise
Caught of the seven of the shots that rang
Them folks sayin' he'd never walk the same
It sounds a job for the uzi gat
And the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?
For a real time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be if a nigga don't get revenge
I anger, that I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in they guts just a to do
Why they for you, come and spray they crew
Got love for my homies, I thought you
He said "Los don't it, let this shit alone,"
but these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now it be the cranium or the chest plate?
break back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, send
Ripping tendons I end this
Because you bleed and it hurts to cough
I can't take no advice I gots to them off

'cause my revenge, it so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, do for me,
You gotta beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' some
'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I do,
What my friends, do for me,
You muthafuckas beg,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
Second
My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' ran
I'm steady all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the fuck can I
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die
Turnin' cane into and my mic away
We dealin' 'cause we feelin' that the, pay's
Hopin' never see me at my, grave site
No daylight, night cautiously
Could be death, or my freedom what costin' me
Lost in life my wife be that Mary Jane
And my got me strollin' blueberry Lane
Very same song in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never have I a
Trick or a hoe or a dope either
'cause they smoke like a beaver buildin' on the river
Live a, life of a "G' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the freeway
reply 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you got to say about me Hillwood funk

Third
Stop in your tracks
Gats got the surrounded
Sounded two shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve
Now her face is too in the fuckin' dog cages
Pages of my book, turn the wind blows
On the of a crook, muthafuck them hoes
Hittin' flows as a hustler, as a "G"
his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki
Some say in his he got insanity inside
But all it really be is inclined
Look behind, you might find takin' over
movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A
With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A
phony fraud motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, you die motherfuckers
Bustas trust us, but us hustlas no one
You can run with no gun
That be a slow guns
So roll one of them
on the eightball
And see where this life is gonna take y'all
And haters fall