Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many gonna die this summer
Gunshots 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 started it, no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all to get buckwild
my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, I even gotta load they clips
I mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the time 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 Heckler &
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the in
I can see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my on his chest
like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body once more
nothin' else to do but to go to war
Slide the in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies I can tonight
on your bitch crew, broad daylight

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

Been straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that dead
Now it's to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than
You musta not a when you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're anyway
And not just you, some of family
To tell you the any fuckin' body we see
You just wanna turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my treachery
You up, we know who you are, where ya live
We got your place ran up to a cop on the
We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't
Till one of us lays me and my
That's the fear of triggers
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 South, lay your ass out straight
no where to run, it's time to meet 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 these streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your
me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", be a motherfuckin' liar
("I'm lettin' off until my tired" - [cut and scratched])

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