Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My called 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 bed, my homie lays up
He got sprayed up, he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the of the shots that rang
folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your bitch say fools be at?
For a real long time, we been the of friends
And I'll be damned if a nigga get revenge
I feel anger, I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in they guts just a to do
Why they pray for you, and spray they crew
Got for my homies, I thought you knew?
He said "Los sweat it, let this shit alone,"
but with these motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now will it be the or the chest plate?
break back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, send
Ripping through tendons I end
Because you bleed inside and it to cough
I can't take no advice I to break them off

'cause my revenge, it so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, do for me,
You gotta beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm some asses
'cause my revenge, it so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, do for me,
You muthafuckas beg,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
Second
My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master
I'm straight up glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady 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 on God's list?
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die
Turnin' cane into crack and my mic
We dealin' 'cause we feelin' that the, right
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave
No daylight, play night
Could be death, or my what it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be that Jane
And my streets got me strollin' blueberry
Very same 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 a beaver buildin' 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 got to say about me Hillwood funk

Third
Stop in your tracks
Gats got the surrounded
two warning 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
of my book, turn like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, them hoes
flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his to big 8, now he scores half a ki
Some say in his head he got inside
But all it really be is mathematically
Look behind, you might others takin' over
Rookies cookies, they whipped in baking soda
Baby the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, you die motherfuckers
Bustas trust us, but us hustlas no one
You can sure run no gun
That be a slow guns
So one of them sweets
on the eightball
And see where motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all
And haters fall