Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die this
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps across your beds
They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't 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.
Father style - all prepared to get
my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at nights waitin' on a call
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta load they
I ain't mad at them though, they the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the that the real niggas live for retaliation
on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you bitches 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 boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his
Hole like an apple in the side of his
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 the windows, hang the heat out the door
all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad

Ice-T]
There's no innocence in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your
Tell me what you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the mend?
If I said "peace", be a motherfuckin' 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 that dead
Now it's time to you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the relentless
Make ya understand it was the crew ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are than shit
You musta not a known 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 save your hood pain of my crews'
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
We got your ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your block so hard, you'll it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, on your last day
Or maybe, laughin', thinkin' that you got away
I don't a fuck, I won't sleep
one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out
no where to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I couldn't my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to

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

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