Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every the same shit happens
More fuckin' funerals, dead
Niggas out here killin' each
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 summer
Gunshots from the
Now the riot pumps lead across your beds
said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to mend it, 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' 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 time that the real niggas live for
on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you punk just stand back and watch
Me, I'm up the Heckler & Gotch
I gots no love, for busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my on his chest
Hole like an apple in the side of his
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked more
There's nothin' to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome
down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies I can tonight
on your bitch crew, broad daylight

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

Been packin' straps so long I gots some permanent in my leg
Better than dead
Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are than shit
You musta not a known when you hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're anyway
And not just you, some of your
To you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn into me
To your hood pain of my crews' treachery
You up, we know who you are, where ya live
We got your ran up to a cop on the tick
hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole shake
I know you're breathin' hard, on your last 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 make a out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' and wait
I'll catch ya South, lay your ass out straight
no where to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to

[Chorus:
no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab guns, buck 'em off, when 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])

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