Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every the same shit happens
fuckin' funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here each other
I know why
And it happens to you
just turn the other fuckin' cheek
Gotta get back for dead niggas
Yeah I'm up to

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die summer
from the hummer
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 us to hell
They it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, half ain't got it all
They stay up at waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even load they clips
I ain't mad at them though, dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, 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 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 apple in the of his neck
His glanced up, his body jerked once more
There's else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the
all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on bitch crew, broad daylight

[Chorus:
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit leak
Tell me would you do if they killed 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" - and scratched]) Retaliation

Been packin' straps so long I gots permanent bruise in my leg
that than dead
Now it's time to you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the relentless
ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker shit
You musta not a when you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're anyway
And not just you, of your family
To you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might wanna turn yourself into me
To your hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we who you are, where ya live
We got your place ran up to a cop on the
We'll hit your so hard, you'll 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 a fuck, I won't sleep
one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the fear of these
If ya smart, ya probably a break out of state
We'll just your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out
There's no where to run, it's time to your make
You got one chance, arm your damn crew
I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to

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

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