Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers die this summer
Gunshots from the
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead your beds
They "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to
They it, there's no way to mend it, we'll 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
stay up at nights waitin' on a combat 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, suspend you in here, yeah
It's the time that the niggas live for retaliation
on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand back and
Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler &
I gots no love, for busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body
I ran to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an apple in the side of his
His eyes glanced up, his body once more
nothin' else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the four-four
Roll down the windows, the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' that I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, daylight

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

Been packin' straps so I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than
Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in
up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck
Now it's on bitches, are darker than shit
You musta not a known you fuckin' hit that day
Or you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not you, some of your family
To tell you the any fuckin' 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, 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 crib shake
I know you're hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't
one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of
just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to your make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn
I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to

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

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