Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the from a hospital bed
He got holes in his body a glock full of lead
He said, three motherfuckers that his knows
Tried to jack his ass for his
Now in a Ben Taub bed, my homie lays up
He got sprayed up, 'cause he wouldn't
Caught three of the seven of the that rang
Them folks sayin' he'd never walk the same
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we the best of friends
And I'll be 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 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 punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now will it be the cranium or the chest
Necks break back, snap, put him in
Lead me to vengeance, send this
through tendons I end this
Because you inside and it hurts to cough
I can't take no advice I 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 some asses
'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
Verse:
My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' ran
I'm steady all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge them bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the fuck can I
And when I'm dead, will I find on God's list?
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die
Turnin' into crack and my mic away
We dealin' 'cause we that the, pay's right
Mama never see me at my, grave site
No daylight, night cautiously
Could be death, or my freedom what it's me
Lost in dear my wife be that Mary Jane
And my streets got me strollin' blueberry
Very same song sung in the
the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend
'cause smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
Live a, life of a "G' the d - a - y
switches on the freeway high
Don't reply 'cause me don't a fuck
What you hoes got to say about me funk

Third
Stop short in your
got the place surrounded
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, turn like the blows
On the paper of a crook, them hoes
flows 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 insanity
But all it really be is mathematically
Look behind, you might find others over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking
learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A
phony fraud motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, you die motherfuckers
Bustas us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can sure run no gun
be a nigga slow guns
So roll one of sweets
on the eightball
And see this motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all
And haters fall