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 the picture
Shit, I'm obligated, to be a for life
It don't change robbin' in this game
I you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's to knock a head off and wear a vest?
Take a flight that Nolia and then see who represent
Not them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen,
Slangin' iron from that through that Melphanine
And would do almost to prove himself relentless
Like, a murder job and forgettin' the
Hustlin' through the brick avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the steady duckin' blue eyes and curly heads
And he got caught and then start, with yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you back out
And that that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You know him but he know ya look you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold on the Ave.
Here comes the media and crime lab
Understand is all he know and it's all he see
Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a bit trife
with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life

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

Second [B.G.]

Ain't that I heard a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just 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 leave ass fonky
Full of that and we don't to act a donkey
I'ma go get in my all fit, when I come just sit
if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha split
If you die, you die
Take it ten for one, wave wave bye-bye
You took mine, I'ma take yearn
This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets
S.K. trigga clicker, the lighter 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, take a picture
wax that ass then 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 pump round and kees
You sleep six feet I tear down the whole
Wear down the family they grieve ya flat
ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I fucked ya set down nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya shut 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
find him 'cause the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to it past her, turned into a nervous bastard
The blaster the Cash Money clique'll em up
And me all we had to do was em up
He got the now who the fuck want it?
I can't see it happen, clips be
Cappin' you you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
me, you to one equals people,
Retaliation also as the sequel
X-rated, 'cause the clique's made ten and now you throw the bitch
Like I got no fuckin' sense, and I don't so that
A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or 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 reefer mo
One a hoed stunted
We that bitch and right now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, no pity
'cause my niggas actin' pretty showin' from our city
nigga