Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie me in the morning from a hospital bed
He got holes in his from a glock full of lead
He said, three that his lady knows
to jack his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub bed, my homie lays up
He got sprayed up, he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the seven of the shots that
Them folks sayin' he'd never walk the same
It like 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 nigga get revenge
I feel anger, that I'm no to
Bustin' slugs in guts just a thang to do
Why they pray for you, and spray they crew
Got love for my homies, I thought you
He said "Los don't sweat it, let shit alone,"
but with these motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now will it be the cranium or the chest
Necks back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, send
Ripping through I end this
Because you bleed inside and it hurts to
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,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm some asses
'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 some asses
Verse:
My niggas check me, I'm of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them 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 I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list?
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die
Turnin' cane into crack and my mic
We dealin' we feelin' that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama see me at my, grave site
No daylight, night cautiously
Could be death, or my what it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be Mary Jane
And my streets got me blueberry Lane
Very same sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never have I a
Trick or a hoe or a fiend either
'cause they smoke like a beaver buildin' on the river
Live a, of a "G' til' the d - a - y
switches on the freeway high
Don't reply me don't give a fuck
What you got to say about me Hillwood funk

Verse:
Stop short in your
got the place surrounded
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 dog cages
Pages of my book, turn the wind blows
On the of a crook, muthafuck them hoes
Hittin' as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his flows to big 8, now he half a ki
say in his head he got insanity inside
But all it be is mathematically inclined
Look behind, you find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, whipped in baking soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A
With my homies and we BALLIN' A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony motherfuckers
to get out the game, 'fore you die motherfuckers
Bustas trust us, but us trust no one
You can sure run no gun
That be a nigga guns
So one of them sweets
Chug-a-lug on the
And see where this motherfuckin is gonna take y'all
And might fall