Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First Verse:

my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the camoflauged lookin' for them
Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm to get ya
You try to me without the picture
Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for
It don't change shit in this game
I know you heard that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's to knock a head off and wear a vest?
Take a flight through that and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin' them black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen,
Slangin' iron from that Josephine through Melphanine
And do almost anything to prove himself relentless
Like, a job and forgettin' the consequences
Hustlin' through the walls avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the dope duckin' blue eyes and curly heads
And he got caught and then start, with yo peers
Got and been home and now you back out chea
And that boyd cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You don't him but he know ya look you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold on the Ave.
Here the paramedics media and crime lab
Understand is all he know and it's all he see
Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa

[Ms. Tee]
Niggas.......they to get'cha
You betta watch ya back before they split cha (3x)

Verse: [B.G.]

Ain't that I heard a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my
It's a bust back thang can't be no
I got a rounds plus for my Calico
Fa sho we get's busy, and that ass fonky
Full of monkey and we don't to act a donkey
I'ma go get in my all black fit, when I come sit
'cause if ya sit cha hit, if ya cha split
If you die, you die
Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave
You took mine, I'ma take yearn
This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker flipper
Paper chaser for six figures my issue
I'm get to cha, get cha if you in my way
I'ma deal wit'cha, take a picture
I'll wax ass then tax on my yay
Today if play I lay the A.K.
To spray and lay down the snaps I get
can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down
Now down and round and distribute kees
You six feet I tear down the whole street
Wear down the family they grieve ya flat
ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I done ya set down nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth shut is a must

Third Verse: B]

ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the killas behind him
find him 'cause the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, murda master for the
Niggas to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastard
The the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up
And me all we had to do was em up
He got the now who the fuck want it?
I can't see it happen, be clappin'
Cappin' you you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
'cause me, you to one people,
Retaliation known as the sequel
It's X-rated, 'cause the clique's ten and now you throw the bitch
Like I got no fuckin' sense, and I so take that
A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or back
Click! Snapshot, to me rap's not
hot like a fat rock off a crack spot
In the got a stable,
That's able to crack a bitch with a table
Then her wit a jumper cable
A that stay reefer mo blunted
One a hoed stunted
We beat bitch and right now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, gettin' no
'cause my niggas actin' showin' many from our city
Retalitation