Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First [Juvenile]

my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the camoflauged lookin' for them
Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm to get ya
You try to frame me the picture
Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for
It don't change robbin' shit in game
I you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's down to a head off and wear a vest?
Take a flight that Nolia and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen,
iron from that Josephine through that Melphanine
And would do almost to prove himself relentless
Like, a job and forgettin' the consequences
Hustlin' the brick walls avoidin' the feds
the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and curly heads
And he got caught and then start, runnin' yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you 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 blood on the Ave.
Here comes the paramedics media and lab
Understand is all he know and it's all he see
Which is why they known to be a just like me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit a little bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa

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

Second [B.G.]

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

Third [Bun B]

Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the left behind him
Can't him 'cause the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, murda for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to swerve it her, turned into a nervous bastard
The blaster the Cash Money shoot em up
And me all we had to do was em up
He got the buck now who the want it?
I see it happen, clips be clappin'
Cappin' you you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
me, you to one equals 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 don't so 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 bitch with a table
Then choke her wit a cable
A Chiefer stay reefer mo blunted
One time a hoed
We that bitch and right now no more frontin'
Niggas all shitty, gettin' no pity
'cause my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our
Retalitation