Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the morning a hospital bed
He got holes in his body a glock full of lead
He said, three motherfuckers that his 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
Caught of the seven of the shots that rang
Them sayin' that he'd never walk the same
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we the best of friends
And I'll be if a nigga don't get revenge
I feel anger, I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in they guts a thang to do
Why they pray for you, come and spray crew
Got love for my homies, I you knew?
He said "Los don't sweat it, let this 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 me to vengeance, send this
Ripping through I end this
Because you bleed inside and it to cough
I can't no advice I gots to break them off

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

Third
Stop short in your
got the place 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
of my book, turn like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck hoes
flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his flows to big 8, now he half a ki
Some say in his head he got insanity
But all it be is mathematically inclined
Look behind, you find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they in baking soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is AS A ROCK
With my homies and we WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony fraud
Best to get out the game, 'fore you die
Bustas trust us, but us trust no one
You can sure run no gun
That be a nigga guns
So one of them sweets
on the eightball
And see where this motherfuckin life is take y'all
And might fall