Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First Verse:

Scraped my jumpin' the fence
through the grass 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' in this game
I know you heard that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But down to knock a head off and wear a vest?
Take a flight through that and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok
Niggas fifteen, sixteen,
Slangin' iron that Josephine through that Melphanine
And would do anything to prove himself relentless
Like, a murder job and forgettin' the
through the brick walls avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the dope duckin' blue eyes and curly heads
And he got caught and start, runnin' with yo peers
Got swole and been and now you back out chea
And that boyd that cha shot, brothas on the block
You don't know him but he ya look you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! Laid out in blood on the Ave.
Here the paramedics media and crime lab
Understand this is all he and it's all he see
Which is why they known to be a Juvenile like me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit a little bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia fa life

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

Second [B.G.]

Ain't that I heard a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my
It's a bust thang can't be no hoes
I got a hundred rounds for my Calico
Fa sho we get's busy, and leave that ass
Full of monkey and we don't to act a donkey
go get in my all black fit, when I come 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 earn, chopper bullets burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker flipper
chaser for six figures bout 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
if play I lay with the A.K.
To and lay down the snaps I get down
Niggas can't touch what me and Bun 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
Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood
I done fucked ya set down hut
Nigga keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must

Third Verse: B]

Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it fail
his ass off to Hell, still the killas left behind him
Can't find him the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, murda 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 buck now who the fuck it?
I can't see it happen, be clappin'
you til' you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
'cause me, you to one people,
also known as the sequel
It's X-rated, 'cause the clique's made ten and now you the bitch
Like I got no fuckin' sense, and I don't so take
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,
able to crack a bitch with a conference table
Then choke her wit a cable
A Chiefer that stay reefer mo
One a hoed stunted
We beat that bitch and now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, no pity
'cause my niggas actin' showin' many from our city
nigga