Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every year the same happens
More fuckin' funerals, dead
Niggas out here killin' other
I don't 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 from the
Now the sawed-off pumps lead across your beds
said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to
started 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 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 they clips
I mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the real live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you bitches 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 fuckin' body jerkin'
I ran to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes up, his body jerked once 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 your crew, broad daylight

[Chorus:
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 best
Could you your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin'
("I'm off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation

Been packin' straps so long I gots permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than
Now it's to show you what I'm trained for in this
up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya with
Now it's on bitches, guys are than shit
You musta not a when you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin'
And not just you, some of family
To you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn yourself me
To save your pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
We got place 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 your whole crib
I you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't
one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the fear of triggers
If ya smart, ya probably a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to meet make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn
I couldn't my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to

Ice-T]
There's no allowed 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 your cool, the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a liar
("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - and scratched])

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