Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First [Juvenile]

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

Chorus: [Ms.
Niggas.......they to get'cha
You betta watch ya back they muthafuckin' split cha (3x)

Verse: [B.G.]

Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my
It's a bust back can't be no hoes
I got a hundred rounds plus for my
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 fit, when I come just 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 done mine, I'ma take yearn
is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter
chaser for six figures bout my issue
I'm get to cha, get cha if you in my way
I'ma deal wit'cha, muthafucka a picture
I'll wax ass then tax on my yay
if play I lay with the A.K.
To spray and lay down the snaps I get
Niggas can't touch what me and Bun down
Now and pump round and distribute kees
You six feet I tear down the whole street
down the family they grieve because ya flat
Bust ya head up ya deader yo blood redder
I done fucked ya set down hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth retalitation is a must

Third [Bun B]

Dead ass don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the left behind him
Can't find him 'cause the flatlined him
Now Mister, master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to 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 buck now who the want it?
I can't see it happen, clips be
Cappin' you til' you see Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
me, you to one equals people,
Retaliation also known as the
It's X-rated, 'cause the clique's made ten and now you the bitch
I got no fuckin' sense, and I don't so take that
A dead ass can't talk, wave or blink back
Click! Snapshot, to me rap's not
That hot a fat rock off a crack spot
In the got a stable,
That's able to crack a with a conference table
Then choke her wit a cable
A Chiefer stay reefer mo blunted
One time a stunted
We beat that bitch and right now no more
Niggas actin' all shitty, no pity
'cause my niggas actin' pretty showin' from our city
Retalitation