Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

First
My homie called me in the morning a hospital bed
He got holes in his body from a glock of lead
He said, three motherfuckers his lady knows
Tried to jack his ass for his
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie up
He got sprayed up, he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the seven of the shots rang
Them folks sayin' that never walk the same
It sounds a job for the uzi gat
And where the fuck did your say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we been the best of
And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get
I feel anger, that I'm no to
Bustin' slugs in guts just a thang to do
Why pray for you, come and spray they crew
Got for my homies, I thought you knew?
He said "Los don't sweat it, let shit alone,"
but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a
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 hurts to
I can't no advice I gots to break them off

'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I do,
my friends, would do for me,
You gotta beg,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' asses
'cause my revenge, it so sweet, I gotta do,
my friends, would do for me,
You muthafuckas beg,
Y'all for action,
Eat a K,
I'm blastin' some
Verse:
My niggas me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the
Got revenge 'cause them 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, thanks I die today
Turnin' cane crack and my mic away
We 'cause we feelin' that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama see me at my, grave site
No daylight, play night
Could be death, or my freedom it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be that Jane
And my streets got me strollin' Lane
Very same sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never have I a
Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend
'cause smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y
Hittin' switches on the high
Don't 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood

Third
short in your tracks
Gats got the surrounded
Sounded two shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a of twelve gauges
Now her face is too straight in the dog cages
Pages of my book, turn like the blows
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck hoes
Hittin' as a hustler, rose 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 inclined
behind, you might find others takin' over
Rookies cookies, they whipped in baking soda
Baby the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my homies and we WITH A GLOCK
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
be a nigga slow guns
So roll one of sweets
on the eightball
And see where this life is gonna take y'all
And haters fall