Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie 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 lady
to jack his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie up
He got sprayed up, he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the seven of the shots rang
Them folks sayin' that never walk the same
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did bitch say these fools be at?
For a long time, we been the best of friends
And be damned if a nigga don't get revenge
I feel anger, that I'm no to
Bustin' slugs in guts just a thang to do
Why they pray for you, come and spray they
Got for my homies, I thought you knew?
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, send
Ripping tendons I end this
Because you bleed inside and it hurts to
I take no advice I gots to break them off

'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I do,
my friends, would do for me,
You muthafuckas 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,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm some asses
Second
My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master
I'm straight up glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies done bit the dust
Got 'cause them bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the fuck can I
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's
Every night I give, I wouldn't die today
Turnin' cane crack and my mic away
We dealin' 'cause we that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave
No daylight, night cautiously
be death, or my freedom what it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be that Jane
And my got me strollin' blueberry Lane
same song sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a fiend either
they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
Live a, of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the freeway
Don't 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you got to say about me Hillwood funk

Third
Stop in your tracks
got the place surrounded
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be
Pounded bodies with a of twelve gauges
Now her face is too in the fuckin' dog cages
of my book, turn like the wind blows
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 soda
Baby the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A
Tenderoni phony 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 nigga guns
So roll one of them
on the eightball
And see where this life is gonna take y'all
And haters might