Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My called me in the morning from a hospital bed
He got holes in his from a glock full of lead
He said, three motherfuckers that his 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 rang
Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your say these fools be at?
For a real time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a don't get revenge
I feel anger, I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in they 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 this alone,"
but with punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now will it be the cranium or the plate?
break back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, this
Ripping through tendons I end
Because you bleed inside and it to cough
I can't take no advice I gots to them off

'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' some
'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I do,
What my friends, do for me,
You muthafuckas beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
Verse:
My niggas check me, I'm of a master plan
I'm straight up glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the
Got revenge 'cause bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on list?
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die
Turnin' cane into and my mic away
We 'cause we feelin' that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, site
No daylight, play night
Could be death, or my freedom what costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be Mary Jane
And my streets got me strollin' Lane
Very song sung in the South
From the of a hustler, never have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend
'cause they smoke like a buildin' dams on the river
a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the freeway
Don't reply 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 bunch of twelve
Now her face is too straight in the dog cages
Pages of my book, turn the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them
flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his flows to big 8, now he half a ki
say in his head he got insanity inside
But all it really be is mathematically
Look behind, you might others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in soda
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A
With my homies and we WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony 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