Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the morning a hospital bed
He got holes in his from a glock full of lead
He said, three motherfuckers that his lady
Tried to his ass for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie up
He got sprayed up, 'cause he wouldn't
Caught three of the seven of the shots rang
Them folks sayin' that he'd walk the same
It like a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your bitch say these 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, that I'm no to
Bustin' slugs in guts just a thang to do
Why they for you, come and spray they crew
Got for my homies, I thought you knew?
He "Los don't sweat it, let this shit alone,"
but with these punk I must pick a bone
Now will it be the or the chest plate?
Necks back, snap, put him in checkmate
Lead me to vengeance, send this
Ripping tendons I end this
Because you bleed inside and it hurts to
I can't no advice I gots to break them off

'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' some
my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, do for me,
You gotta beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
Verse:
My niggas me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them bastards ran
I'm missin' all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge them bitches wasn't shit to us
Now the fuck can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on list?
Every night I give, thanks I die today
Turnin' into crack and my mic away
We dealin' we feelin' that the, pay's right
Mama never see me at my, grave site
No daylight, play cautiously
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
same song sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a fiend either
they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
Live a, life of a "G' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the high
Don't reply 'cause me give a fuck
you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk

Third
Stop in your tracks
Gats got the surrounded
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and be grounded
Pounded bodies with a of twelve gauges
Now her is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages
Pages of my book, turn like the blows
On the paper of a crook, them hoes
Hittin' flows as a hustler, 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 takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in soda
learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A
Tenderoni 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
on the eightball
And see where motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all
And haters might