Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers die this summer
Gunshots the hummer
Now the riot pumps lead across your beds
said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other 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 gotta load they clips
I ain't mad at though, they dumps the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the real niggas for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches stand back and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the & Gotch
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my boys' body jerkin'
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
There's else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome
Roll down the windows, hang the out the door
Catch all the fuckin' that I can tonight
Double-back on bitch crew, broad daylight

Ice-T]
There's no allowed in these ghetto streets
your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me 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]) Retaliation

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

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

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