Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie me in the morning from a hospital bed
He got holes in his body from a glock of lead
He said, three motherfuckers that his lady
Tried to his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie up
He got up, 'cause he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the seven of the that rang
Them folks sayin' that never walk the same
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your bitch say fools be at?
For a real long time, we been the best of
And I'll be if a nigga don't get revenge
I feel anger, I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in they guts just a to do
Why pray for you, come and spray they crew
Got for my homies, I thought you knew?
He said "Los don't sweat it, let shit alone,"
but with these 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, this
through tendons I end this
Because you bleed and it hurts to cough
I can't take no advice I to break them off

'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I do,
my friends, would do for me,
You muthafuckas beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' some
my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, do for me,
You gotta beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm some asses
Second
My niggas me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies that bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them 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
cane into crack and my mic away
We dealin' we feelin' that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave
No daylight, night cautiously
Could be death, or my freedom what costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be that Jane
And my streets got me blueberry Lane
Very same song in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend
'cause they smoke like a beaver dams on the river
Live a, of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the high
Don't reply 'cause me give a fuck
What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood

Third
Stop in your tracks
got the place surrounded
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and be grounded
bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges
Now her is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages
Pages of my book, turn like the blows
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them
Hittin' flows as a hustler, as a "G"
Saves his to big 8, now he scores half a ki
Some say in his head he got insanity
But all it really be is mathematically
Look behind, you might others takin' over
movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda
Baby the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni fraud motherfuckers
to get out the game, 'fore you die motherfuckers
Bustas us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can sure run no gun
be a nigga slow guns
So roll one of them
on the eightball
And see where this life is gonna take y'all
And haters fall