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 motherfuckers that his knows
to jack his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie up
He got sprayed up, 'cause he raise
Caught of the seven of the shots that rang
Them folks sayin' that he'd never the same
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did bitch say these fools be at?
For a real time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a nigga get revenge
I anger, that I'm no stranger to
slugs in they guts just a thang to do
Why they pray for you, come and spray crew
Got love for my homies, I you knew?
He said "Los sweat it, let this shit alone,"
but with these punk motherfuckers I pick a bone
Now will it be the cranium or the chest
Necks break back, snap, put him in
Lead take me to vengeance, this
Ripping through I end this
you bleed inside and it hurts to cough
I take no advice I gots to break them off

'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' some
my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta 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 of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies that bit the dust
Got 'cause them bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's
Every night I give, I wouldn't die today
cane into crack and my mic away
We dealin' 'cause we feelin' that the, pay's
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave
No daylight, play night
Could be death, or my freedom what costin' me
Lost in dear my wife be that Mary Jane
And my streets got me blueberry Lane
Very song sung in the South
From the of a hustler, never have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope either
'cause smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the freeway
reply 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you hoes got to say me Hillwood funk

Third
Stop short in tracks
Gats got the surrounded
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be
Pounded with a bunch of twelve gauges
Now her is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages
Pages of my book, like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck hoes
Hittin' as a hustler, rose as a "G"
his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki
Some say in his head he got insanity
But all it really be is inclined
Look behind, you find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, whipped in baking soda
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 trust us, but us trust no one
You can sure run no gun
That be a nigga guns
So one of them sweets
Chug-a-lug on the
And see where this motherfuckin life is take y'all
And haters fall