Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
year the same shit happens
More funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killin' each
I don't why
And when it to you
can't turn the other fuckin' cheek
Gotta get for your dead niggas
Yeah I'm up to

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die this
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps across your beds
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 it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all prepared to get
Half my niggas ball, other half got it all
stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even load they clips
I ain't mad at though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, yeah
It's the that the real niggas live for retaliation
on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the & Gotch
I gots no love, for busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his
Hole like an apple in the of his neck
His glanced up, his body jerked once more
There's else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the
Catch all the fuckin' bodies I can tonight
Double-back on your crew, broad daylight

Ice-T]
There's no innocence in these ghetto streets
Grab 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", I'll be a liar
("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

Been packin' so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than
Now time to show you what I'm trained for in this
up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck
Now it's on bitches, guys are than shit
You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit day
Or you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not just you, some of your
To you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna yourself into me
To your hood pain 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
hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't
Till one of us me and my nigga
That's the fear of these
If ya smart, ya probably make a out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, 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 damn crew
I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to

[Chorus:
There's no innocence allowed in ghetto streets
your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best
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 until my tired" - [cut and scratched])