Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the morning from a bed
He got holes in his body from a glock full of
He said, three that his lady knows
to jack his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my lays up
He got sprayed up, 'cause he wouldn't
Caught three of the seven of the shots that
folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same
It like 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 be damned if a nigga don't get revenge
I feel anger, that I'm no to
slugs in they guts just a thang to do
Why they for you, come and spray they crew
Got for my homies, I thought you knew?
He said "Los don't sweat it, let this alone,"
but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a
Now it be the cranium or the chest plate?
Necks back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, this
Ripping tendons I end this
Because you bleed and it hurts to cough
I can't take no advice I gots to break off

'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 blastin' some
'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
Second
My check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran
I'm missin' all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them bitches shit to us
Now the fuck can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead, will I myself on God's list?
night I give, thanks I wouldn't die today
Turnin' into crack and my mic away
We dealin' 'cause we that the, pay's right
Hopin' never see me at my, grave site
No daylight, play night
Could be death, or my freedom what it's me
Lost in dear life my wife be Mary Jane
And my got me strollin' blueberry Lane
same song sung in the South
From the of a hustler, never have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a fiend either
'cause they smoke like a beaver dams 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 hoes got to say me Hillwood funk

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