Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every year the same happens
More fuckin' funerals, homies
Niggas out here each other
I know why
And when it 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 gonna die this
Gunshots the hummer
Now the sawed-off pumps lead across your beds
They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't back"
ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to mend it, end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all prepared to get
my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at waitin' on a combat call
hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta they clips
I ain't mad at them though, dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, hell
the time that 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 & Gotch
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body
I ran to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an in the side of his neck
His glanced up, his body jerked once more
There's nothin' to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome
Roll down the windows, hang the out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies I can tonight
Double-back on bitch crew, broad daylight

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

Been packin' straps so long I some permanent bruise in my leg
that than dead
Now it's time to show you I'm trained for in this
up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, are darker than shit
You musta not a when you fuckin' hit that day
Or you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not just you, some of family
To tell you the any fuckin' body 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, 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' you got away
I don't give a fuck, I sleep
Till one of us me and my nigga
That's the of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of
We'll just snatch your kid, your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll 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 whole damn crew
I couldn't my fuckin' 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 keep your cool, would the wounds
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])