Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First Verse:

Scraped my elbow jumpin' the
Creepin' the grass 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 for life
It don't robbin' shit in this game
I you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's down to knock a head off and a vest?
Take a flight that Nolia and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen,
Slangin' from that Josephine through that Melphanine
And do almost anything to prove himself relentless
Like, a murder job and the consequences
Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the
Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and heads
And he got caught and then start, with yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you out chea
And boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin' 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
is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me
Would'ja see my words were 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 before they muthafuckin' cha (3x)

Verse: [B.G.]

Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my
My partna paged me and say they found my nigga
a bust back thang can't be no hoes
I got a hundred plus for my Calico
Fa sho we get's busy, and that ass fonky
Full of that monkey and we don't to act a
go get in my all black 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 bye-bye
You done mine, I'ma take yearn
This is earn, chopper bullets burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker flipper
Paper for six figures bout my issue
I'm get to cha, get cha if you in my way
I'ma deal wit'cha, take a picture
wax that ass then tax on my yay
Today if I lay with the A.K.
To spray and lay the snaps I get down
Niggas touch what me and Bun puttin' down
Now down and pump round and distribute
You sleep six feet I tear the whole street
Wear the family they grieve because ya flat
ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I done fucked ya set nigga hut
what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must

Third Verse: B]

Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it fail
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the killas left him
Can't find him 'cause the flatlined him
Now Mister, murda master for the
Niggas to swerve it past 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 can't see it happen, be clappin'
Cappin' you til' you see Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
me, you to one equals people,
Retaliation also as the sequel
It's X-rated, 'cause the made 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 like a fat rock off a spot
In the got a stable,
That's able to a bitch with a conference table
Then her wit a jumper cable
A Chiefer that stay mo blunted
One time a hoed
We beat that and right now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, gettin' no
'cause my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our
Retalitation