Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how motherfuckers gonna die this summer
Gunshots from the
Now the sawed-off pumps lead across your beds
They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't back"
ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
They it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my ball, other 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 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 just stand back and watch
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' jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my on his chest
Hole like an apple in the 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 out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad

Ice-T]
There's no allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your
Tell me what would you do if they your best friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a liar
("I'm lettin' off my arms 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 for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than
You musta not a when you fuckin' hit that 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 wanna turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my treachery
You fucked up, we who you are, where ya live
We got your ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on last day
Or maybe, laughin', thinkin' that you got away
I give a fuck, I won't sleep
Till one of us me and my nigga
That's the fear of triggers
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 down South, lay ass out straight
There's no to run, it's time to meet 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 these ghetto
your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", be a motherfuckin' liar
("I'm off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

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