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 jack his ass for his
Now in a Ben sick bed, my homie lays up
He got sprayed up, 'cause he wouldn't
Caught three of the seven of the shots rang
Them sayin' that he'd never walk the same
It sounds a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your bitch say these be at?
For a long time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get
I feel anger, I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in they guts just a to do
Why they pray for you, come and spray crew
Got love for my homies, I thought you
He said "Los don't sweat it, let shit alone,"
but with these punk motherfuckers I must a bone
Now it be the cranium or the chest plate?
Necks break back, snap, put him in
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 gots to break off

'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' some
'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I do,
What my friends, do for me,
You gotta beg,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
Second
My check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my that done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them bitches wasn't to us
Now the fuck can I accomplish?
And I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list?
Every night I give, thanks I die today
Turnin' cane into crack and my mic
We dealin' 'cause we feelin' that the, right
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave
No daylight, play cautiously
Could be death, or my what it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be that Jane
And my streets got me blueberry Lane
Very same song sung in the
From the of a hustler, never have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a fiend either
'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
Don't reply 'cause me don't give a
What you hoes got to say me Hillwood funk

Third
Stop in your tracks
got the place surrounded
Sounded two warning shots, on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve
Now her face is too straight in the fuckin' dog
Pages of my book, turn the wind 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 inside
But all it really be is mathematically
behind, you might find others takin' over
Rookies cookies, they whipped in baking soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is AS A ROCK
With my homies and we WITH A GLOCK
phony fraud motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, 'fore you die
trust us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can run with no gun
That be a slow guns
So roll one of sweets
Chug-a-lug on the
And see where this life is gonna take y'all
And haters might