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 that his lady knows
Tried to jack his ass for his
Now in a Ben sick bed, my homie lays up
He got up, 'cause he wouldn't raise
three of the seven of the shots that rang
Them folks that he'd never walk the same
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the did your bitch say these fools be at?
For a long time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be if a nigga don't get revenge
I feel anger, that I'm no to
Bustin' slugs in guts just a thang to do
Why they for you, come and spray they crew
Got love for my homies, I thought you
He said "Los don't sweat it, let this alone,"
but these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now will it be the or the chest plate?
Necks back, snap, put him in checkmate
take me to vengeance, send this
Ripping through I end this
Because you bleed inside and it hurts to
I can't take no I gots to break them off

'cause my revenge, it so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, do for me,
You gotta beg,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm some asses
my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, do for me,
You gotta beg,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' some
Verse:
My niggas me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them bitches shit to us
Now what the can I accomplish?
And I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list?
night I give, thanks I wouldn't die today
Turnin' cane crack and my mic away
We dealin' 'cause we that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama see me at my, grave site
No daylight, play night
Could be death, or my freedom it's costin' me
Lost in life my wife be that Mary Jane
And my streets got me strollin' Lane
same song sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend
'cause they like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
Live a, of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' on the freeway high
reply 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you hoes got to say about me funk

Third
Stop short in tracks
Gats got the place
Sounded two shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of gauges
Now her is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages
Pages of my book, turn like the wind
On the of a crook, muthafuck them hoes
Hittin' as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores a ki
Some say in his head he got inside
But all it really be is mathematically
Look behind, you might others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they in baking soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A
With my homies and we WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony fraud
Best to get out the game, you die motherfuckers
Bustas trust us, but us trust no one
You can sure run no gun
That be a slow guns
So roll one of sweets
on the eightball
And see this motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all
And might fall