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 that his knows
Tried to his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie up
He got sprayed up, 'cause he raise
Caught of the seven of the shots that 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 real time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a don't get revenge
I anger, that I'm no stranger to
Bustin' in they guts just a thang to do
Why pray for you, come and spray they crew
Got love for my homies, I you knew?
He said "Los don't it, let this shit alone,"
but with these punk motherfuckers I pick a bone
Now will it be the cranium or the plate?
Necks break back, snap, put him in
Lead me to vengeance, send this
Ripping through tendons I end
you bleed inside and it hurts to cough
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 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 check me, I'm thinkin' of a master
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies that bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the fuck can I
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on list?
Every night I give, thanks I die today
Turnin' cane into crack and my mic
We 'cause we feelin' that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave
No daylight, play night
Could be death, or my freedom what it's me
Lost in dear life my wife be Mary Jane
And my streets got me strollin' blueberry
Very same song sung in the
the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope either
'cause smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the freeway
Don't reply 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 warning shots, fuck on up and be grounded
Pounded bodies with a of twelve gauges
Now her face is too straight in the dog cages
of my book, turn like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them
flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores a ki
Some say in his he got insanity inside
But all it be is mathematically inclined
Look behind, you might find others takin'
Rookies cookies, they whipped in baking soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A
With my homies and we WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, 'fore you die
Bustas us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can sure run no gun
That be a nigga slow
So roll one of them
Chug-a-lug on the
And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take
And haters fall