Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First [Juvenile]

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

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

Verse: [B.G.]

Ain't that cold? I a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they my nigga
It's a back thang can't be no hoes
I got a rounds plus for my Calico
Fa sho we busy, and leave that ass fonky
of that monkey and we don't to act a donkey
I'ma go get in my all black fit, when I just sit
'cause if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha
If you die, you die
Take it ten for one, wave wave bye-bye
You done mine, I'ma take yearn
This is what'cha earn, chopper burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker flipper
Paper chaser for six bout my issue
I'm get to cha, get cha if you in my way
I'ma deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a
wax that ass then tax on my yay
Today if I lay with the A.K.
To spray and lay down the I get down
Niggas can't touch what me and Bun down
Now down and round and distribute kees
You sleep six I tear down the whole street
Wear down the family grieve because ya flat
Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo redder
I fucked ya set down nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth retalitation 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
Can't him 'cause the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned a nervous bastard
The blaster the 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 see it happen, clips 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 made ten and now you throw the
Like I got no sense, and I don't so take that
A ass nigga 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 to crack a bitch with a conference table
Then choke her wit a cable
A Chiefer that stay mo blunted
One time a hoed
We beat that bitch and right now no more
Niggas all shitty, gettin' no pity
'cause my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our
Retalitation