Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

Ice-T]
Every year the shit happens
More fuckin' funerals, dead
Niggas out here each other
I don't why
And when it to you
just can't turn the other cheek
Gotta get back for your niggas
I'm caught up to

Sometimes I sit and
how many gonna die this summer
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your
They said: "Mama, less you strike back"
ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts 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 ball, other half ain't got it all
stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta they clips
I ain't mad at them though, they 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 bitches just stand back and
Me, I'm oilin' up the & Gotch
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body
I ran over to him, put my hand on his
Hole an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked more
There's nothin' to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the four-four
Roll the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on your crew, broad daylight

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

Been packin' straps so long I gots some bruise in my leg
Better that dead
Now it's time to show you I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than
You not a known when you fuckin' hit that day
Or you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any body we see
You just wanna turn yourself into me
To save your hood of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, ya live
We got place ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on last day
Or maybe, laughin', thinkin' 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
just snatch 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 meet your
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I couldn't my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to

[Chorus:
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto
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])

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