Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how motherfuckers 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 puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to mend it, 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' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and
So high, sometimes I even gotta they clips
I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the
in you, suspend you in here, hell
It's the time that the real niggas live for
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches stand back and watch
Me, I'm up the Heckler & Gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body
I ran over to him, put my hand on his
like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked more
There's else to do but to go to war
the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the
Catch all the fuckin' bodies I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, daylight

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

Been packin' so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
that than dead
Now time to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker shit
You musta not a known when you hit that day
Or maybe you di, dyin' anyway
And not just you, some of family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might just wanna turn into me
To save your hood pain of my 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, you'll it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your day
Or maybe, you're laughin', that you got away
I don't a fuck, I won't sleep
one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the fear of triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of
We'll just snatch your kid, grab fuckin' bitch and wait
catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight
There's no to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to

[Chorus:
There's no allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, 'em off, when ya hit your leak
me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep 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 tired" - [cut and scratched])