Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every year the same shit
More fuckin' funerals, homies
Niggas out killin' each other
I don't why
And when it to you
just turn the other fuckin' cheek
get back for your dead niggas
Yeah I'm up to

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

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

Been packin' straps so long I some permanent bruise in my leg
Better than dead
Now time to show 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, guys are darker shit
You musta not a known you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin'
And not just you, of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might just turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my 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, swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got
I don't give a fuck, I sleep
Till one of us lays me and my
That's the of these triggers
If ya smart, ya make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' and wait
catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to your make
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' 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 your 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])

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