Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every the same shit happens
More fuckin' funerals, homies
out here killin' each other
I don't why
And it happens to you
just can't turn the fuckin' cheek
Gotta get back for your dead
I'm caught up to

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die summer
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across beds
They "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and puts us to hell
They it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half got it all
They stay up at nights waitin' on a call
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad and shit
So high, sometimes I gotta load they clips
I ain't mad at though, they dumps the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the that the real niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk just stand back and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the & Gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the in
I can still see my boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his
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 hollow-tips in the four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the out the door
Catch all the bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on your crew, broad daylight

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

Been packin' straps so long I some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than
Now it's time to you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
Make ya understand it was the wrong ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, are darker than shit
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 might just wanna turn yourself me
To save your hood pain of my crews'
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
We got your ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your block so hard, swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make whole crib shake
I know you're hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got
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
We'll just snatch your kid, grab fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay ass out straight
There's no where to run, time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to

[Chorus:
There's no innocence allowed in these streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit leak
Tell me what would you do if they your best friend?
you keep 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 tired" - [cut and scratched])