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 that his lady
Tried to his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben sick bed, my homie lays up
He got up, 'cause he wouldn't raise
three of the seven of the shots that rang
Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did bitch say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we been the best of
And be damned if a nigga don't get revenge
I anger, that I'm no stranger to
slugs in they guts just a thang to do
Why they for you, come and spray 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 cranium or the chest
Necks back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, this
Ripping through I end this
you bleed inside and it hurts to cough
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 muthafuckas beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' some
'cause my revenge, it so sweet, I gotta do,
my friends, would do for me,
You muthafuckas beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
Second
My niggas me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them bastards ran
I'm missin' all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them 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 dealin' 'cause we feelin' that the, right
Mama never see me at my, grave site
No daylight, night cautiously
Could be death, or my freedom it's costin' me
Lost in dear my wife be that Mary Jane
And my streets got me strollin' blueberry
Very same sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never I trusted a
or a hoe or a dope fiend either
'cause they smoke like a buildin' dams on the river
a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' on the freeway high
Don't reply 'cause me give a fuck
What you hoes got to say me Hillwood funk

Third
short in your tracks
Gats got the surrounded
two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of gauges
Now her face is too straight in the dog cages
Pages of my book, turn like the 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 inclined
Look behind, you find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is AS A ROCK
my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony fraud
Best to get out the game, you die motherfuckers
Bustas trust us, but us trust no one
You can run with no gun
That be a slow guns
So roll one of them
on the eightball
And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take
And haters fall