Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the morning a hospital bed
He got in his body 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 sick bed, my homie lays up
He got up, 'cause he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the seven of the that rang
Them folks sayin' that he'd never the same
It sounds a job for the uzi gat
And the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we been the of friends
And I'll be damned if a don't get revenge
I anger, that I'm no stranger to
slugs in they guts just a thang to do
Why they pray for you, come and spray crew
Got love for my homies, I you knew?
He said "Los don't sweat it, let shit alone,"
but with punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now it be the cranium or the chest plate?
Necks back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, send
Ripping tendons I end this
Because you inside and it hurts to cough
I can't take no advice I gots to them off

'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
'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I do,
my friends, would do for me,
You muthafuckas beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
Second
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 that done bit the
Got revenge them bitches wasn't shit to us
Now the fuck can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die
Turnin' cane into crack and my mic
We dealin' 'cause we feelin' that the, pay's
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, 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 strollin' blueberry
Very same song in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never I trusted 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
Hittin' on the freeway high
reply 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you hoes got to say me Hillwood funk

Third
short in your tracks
Gats got the place
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be
Pounded bodies with a of twelve 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
Hittin' flows as a hustler, 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 really be is inclined
Look behind, you might others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking
learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my homies and we WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony fraud
Best to get out the game, you die motherfuckers
Bustas us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can run with no gun
That be a nigga guns
So roll one of them
Chug-a-lug on the
And see where this life is gonna take y'all
And haters might