Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the morning from a bed
He got holes in his body a glock full of lead
He said, three motherfuckers that his knows
Tried to his ass for his 84's
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 sounds a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did bitch say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a nigga get revenge
I feel anger, that I'm no to
Bustin' slugs in they guts just a to do
Why they pray for you, come and spray they
Got love for my homies, I you knew?
He said "Los sweat it, let this shit alone,"
but with these punk motherfuckers I must a bone
Now will it be the or the chest plate?
Necks break back, snap, put him in
Lead take me to vengeance, this
Ripping tendons I end this
Because you bleed inside and it 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,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I do,
my friends, would do for me,
You gotta beg,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' some
Second
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 'cause them bitches wasn't shit 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' '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 it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be Mary Jane
And my streets got me blueberry Lane
Very same song sung in the
From the mouth of a hustler, never I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a fiend either
'cause they smoke like a beaver dams on the river
Live a, of a "G' til' the d - a - y
switches on the freeway high
Don't 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood

Third
Stop in your tracks
Gats got the place
Sounded two warning shots, on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of gauges
Now her face is too straight in the dog cages
Pages of my book, turn like the wind
On the paper of a crook, them hoes
flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his to big 8, now he scores half a ki
say in his head he got insanity inside
But all it really be is inclined
behind, you might find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, whipped in baking soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is AS A ROCK
With my and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, you die motherfuckers
trust us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can sure run no gun
That be a nigga slow
So roll one of sweets
Chug-a-lug on the
And see where this life is gonna take y'all
And might fall