Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers die this summer
Gunshots from the
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead your beds
They said: "Mama, 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.
style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my ball, other half ain't got it all
They up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta load they
I ain't mad at them though, they the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you bitches just stand back and watch
Me, I'm up the Heckler & Gotch
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 glanced up, his body jerked more
nothin' else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome
Roll the windows, hang the heat out the door
all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on bitch crew, broad daylight

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

Been packin' so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that dead
Now time to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya 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 your
To tell you the truth any body we see
You just wanna turn yourself into me
To save hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we who you are, where ya live
We got your ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib
I you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', that you got away
I give a fuck, I won't sleep
one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the of these triggers
If ya smart, ya make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out
There's no to run, it's time to meet 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 innocence allowed in these ghetto
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your friend?
Could you keep your cool, the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a liar
("I'm lettin' off my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

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