Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many gonna die this summer
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead your beds
They said: "Mama, less you strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and puts us to hell
They it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half got it all
They stay up at 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 them though, they dumps the
in you, suspend you in here, hell
the time that the real niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand back and
Me, I'm oilin' up the & Gotch
I no love, for them 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 in the side of his neck
His eyes up, his body jerked 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' bodies I can tonight
on your bitch crew, broad daylight

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

Been straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better than dead
Now it's time to you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the relentless
Make ya it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than
You musta not a known when you hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin'
And not just you, some of your
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might wanna turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my crews'
You fucked up, we know who you are, 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 breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', that 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
just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll ya down South, lay your ass out straight
There's no to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I to

Ice-T]
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 killed your friend?
Could you your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin'
("I'm lettin' off my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

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