Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the morning a hospital bed
He got holes in his body from a full of lead
He said, three motherfuckers his lady knows
Tried to his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my lays up
He got sprayed up, 'cause he raise
Caught of the seven of the shots that rang
Them folks sayin' 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 damned if a don't get revenge
I anger, that I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in guts just a thang to do
Why they pray for you, come and they crew
Got love for my homies, I you knew?
He "Los don't sweat it, let this shit alone,"
but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a
Now will it be the or the chest plate?
break back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, this
Ripping through tendons I end
Because you bleed and it hurts to cough
I take 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 blastin' asses
'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 some asses
Verse:
My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them wasn't shit to us
Now what the fuck can I
And when I'm dead, I find myself on God's list?
Every night I give, I wouldn't die today
cane into crack and my mic away
We dealin' 'cause we that the, pay's right
Mama never see me at my, grave site
No daylight, night cautiously
be death, or my freedom what it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be Mary Jane
And my streets got me strollin' Lane
Very same sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope either
'cause they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the
Live a, of a "G' til' the d - a - y
switches on the freeway high
Don't reply me don't give a fuck
you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk

Third
short in your tracks
Gats got the place
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and be grounded
Pounded with a bunch of twelve gauges
Now her face is too straight in the fuckin' dog
Pages of my book, turn the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, them hoes
Hittin' as a hustler, rose as a "G"
his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki
Some say in his he got insanity inside
But all it really be is mathematically
Look behind, you find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in soda
learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni fraud motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, 'fore you die
Bustas us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can run with no gun
That be a nigga guns
So one of them sweets
on the eightball
And see where this motherfuckin is gonna take y'all
And might fall