Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the morning from a bed
He got holes in his body a glock full of lead
He said, motherfuckers that his lady knows
Tried to jack his ass for his
Now in a Ben Taub bed, my homie lays up
He got up, 'cause he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the of the shots that rang
Them folks sayin' that never walk the same
It sounds 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 don't get revenge
I feel anger, I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in guts just a thang to do
Why they pray for you, and spray they crew
Got love for my homies, I you knew?
He said "Los don't sweat it, let shit alone,"
but these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone
Now will it be the cranium or the 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 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 muthafuckas beg,
askin' for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' some
'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
Verse:
My niggas check me, I'm of a master plan
I'm straight up glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them bitches wasn't to us
Now what the fuck can I
And when I'm dead, I find myself on God's list?
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die
Turnin' into crack and my mic away
We dealin' 'cause we feelin' the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama see me at my, grave site
No daylight, play night
Could be death, or my what it's costin' me
in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane
And my streets got me strollin' Lane
Very same song in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, have I trusted a
Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend
'cause smoke like 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 'cause me don't give a
What you hoes got to say about me funk

Third
short in your tracks
Gats got the place
two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve
Now her is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages
Pages of my book, like the wind blows
On the of a crook, muthafuck them hoes
flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"
Saves his to big 8, now he scores half a ki
say in his head he got insanity inside
But all it really be is mathematically
behind, you might find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking
Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is AS A ROCK
With my homies and we BALLIN' A GLOCK
phony fraud motherfuckers
Best to get out the game, 'fore you die
Bustas trust us, but us trust no one
You can sure run no gun
be a nigga slow guns
So roll one of sweets
on the eightball
And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take
And might fall