Many shots fucked up my hearing

A lotta shots go fuck up my hairy, he said : boy what you tyna do? well! that depends, if you move oppy , then I'm trayna bend, n you get a stain, i aim , ion miss like I'm Him, ifam a killa , I'mma get the dealer's bag (Verse 1) lotta shots go fuck up my hairy, In the dark, I'm movin' like a canary, Life's a game, but it's never merry, Got the weight on my back, feelin' kinda scary. Countin' blessings while I'm dodgin' curses, In the jungle, where the pain immerses, Enemies lurkin, they plot and rehearse, But I'm spittin' fire, leavin' 'em in hearses. Money on my mind, can't afford to slack, In the booth, I'm spittin' facts, never lack, Heart full of rage, but I keep it intact, Tension in the air, feel the pressure stack. Rollin' with the homies, we ready for the clash, Eyes on the prize, never