Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First Verse:

my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the grass 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 for life
It don't change robbin' shit in game
I you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's down to knock a head off and wear a
Take a flight through that Nolia and see who represent
Not with them thugs wearin' them black reebok tennis
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
Slangin' from that Josephine through that Melphanine
And would do almost anything to prove himself
Like, a job and forgettin' the consequences
Hustlin' through the brick walls the feds
Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and heads
And he got caught and start, runnin' with yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you back out
And that boyd cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You don't know him but he know ya you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! out in cold blood on the Ave.
Here comes the media and crime lab
Understand this is all he and it's all he see
Which is why 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 comin' to
You betta ya back before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x)

Second [B.G.]

Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my
It's a bust back can't be no hoes
I got a hundred plus for my Calico
Fa sho we busy, and leave that ass fonky
Full of that monkey and we don't to act a
I'ma go get in my all black fit, when I come sit
'cause if ya sit cha hit, if ya cha split
If you die, you die
Take it ten for one, wave wave bye-bye
You done took mine, I'ma yearn
is what'cha 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 wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture
I'll wax that ass tax on my yay
if play I lay with the A.K.
To spray and lay down the I get down
Niggas can't what me and Bun puttin' down
Now down and pump round and distribute
You sleep six feet I tear down the whole
Wear down the family they because ya flat
Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood
I done fucked ya set nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth shut is a must

Third [Bun B]

Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the left behind him
Can't him 'cause the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, murda for the lastin'
tryed to swerve 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
you til' 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 ten and now you throw the bitch
Like I got no sense, and I don't so take that
A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink
Click! Snapshot, to me your not
That hot like a fat off a crack spot
In the got a stable,
That's able to a bitch with a conference table
choke her wit a jumper cable
A Chiefer stay reefer mo blunted
One a hoed stunted
We beat that and right now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, no pity
'cause my niggas actin' pretty many from our city
Retalitation