Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how motherfuckers gonna die this summer
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot lead across your beds
They said: "Mama, less you 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 ball, other half ain't got it all
They up at nights waitin' on a combat call
hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta load clips
I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the real live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches stand back and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the & Gotch
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' body jerkin'
I ran to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body once more
nothin' else to do but to go to war
Slide the in the chrome four-four
down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' that I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, daylight

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

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

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

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