Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every year the shit happens
More fuckin' funerals, dead
Niggas out here each other
I know why
And it happens to you
just can't the other fuckin' cheek
get back for your dead niggas
Yeah I'm up to

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers die this summer
Gunshots the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot lead across your beds
They "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, half ain't got it all
stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, mad loop and shit
So high, I even gotta load they clips
I mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the time the real niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler &
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his
Hole like an apple in the side of his
His eyes up, his body jerked once more
There's nothin' to do but to go to war
Slide the in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the
all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad

[Chorus:
no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds
If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin'
("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

Been straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better than dead
Now it's time to show you I'm trained for in this
up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit day
Or maybe you di, you're anyway
And not you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might just wanna turn into me
To your hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
We got your place ran up to a cop on the
We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an
off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake
I know breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got
I don't give a fuck, I won't
Till one of us me and my nigga
That's the fear of these
If ya smart, ya probably make a out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to your make
You got one chance, arm whole damn crew
I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to

Ice-T]
There's no allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a liar
("I'm lettin' off my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

("Lettin' off until my arms tired" - and scratched])