Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every year the same happens
fuckin' funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killin' each
I know why
And it happens 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 gonna die this summer
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your
They said: "Mama, less you strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then 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 prepared to get
Half my niggas ball, half ain't got it all
They stay up at nights waitin' on a call
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I gotta load they clips
I mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the real live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches just back and watch
Me, I'm up the Heckler & Gotch
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his
like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes up, his body jerked once more
There's else to do but to go to war
Slide the in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the
Catch all the bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on your crew, broad daylight

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

Been packin' straps so long I some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that 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 fuck
Now it's on bitches, are darker than shit
You musta not a when you fuckin' hit that day
Or you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not just you, of your family
To tell you the truth any body we see
You might just wanna yourself into me
To save your hood of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
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, on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got
I give a fuck, I won't sleep
one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the fear of triggers
If ya smart, ya make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out
There's no where to run, it's to meet your make
You got one chance, arm whole damn crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I to

Ice-T]
There's no innocence allowed in 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 wounds
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])