Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First Verse:

my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for
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 you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But down to knock a head off and wear a vest?
Take a flight through that Nolia and see who represent
Not with them thugs wearin' them black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen,
Slangin' from that Josephine through that Melphanine
And would do almost anything to prove relentless
Like, a job and forgettin' the consequences
Hustlin' the brick walls avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue and curly heads
And he got caught and then start, runnin' yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you out chea
And boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You don't him but he know ya look you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! out in cold blood on the Ave.
comes the paramedics media and crime lab
Understand is all he know and it's all he see
Which is why they to be a Juvenile just like me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit a little bit trife
Down with Tec Juvenile fa life

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

Second [B.G.]

that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga
My just paged me and say they found my nigga
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 leave that ass
of that 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 took mine, I'ma take yearn
is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn
S.K. clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter flipper
Paper for six figures bout my issue
I'm get to cha, get cha if you in my way
deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture
I'll wax that ass tax on my yay
Today if play I lay the A.K.
To spray and lay the snaps I get down
Niggas 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 because ya flat
Bust ya up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I done fucked ya set nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth retalitation is a must

Third Verse: B]

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