Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First [Juvenile]

Scraped my elbow the fence
Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for
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 change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's down to knock a off and wear a vest?
Take a flight through that and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen,
Slangin' iron from that Josephine that Melphanine
And would do almost anything to prove himself
Like, a murder job and the consequences
Hustlin' 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 home and now you back out
And that that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You don't know him but he ya look you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold on the Ave.
comes the paramedics 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 little bit
with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life

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

Second [B.G.]

that cold? 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
I'ma go get in my all 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 bye-bye bye-bye
You took mine, I'ma take yearn
is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker flipper
Paper chaser for six figures bout my
I'm get to cha, get cha if you in my way
deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture
I'll wax ass then tax on my yay
if play I lay with the A.K.
To spray and lay down the snaps I get
Niggas can't what me and Bun puttin' down
Now and pump round and distribute kees
You six feet I tear down the whole street
Wear down the family they because ya flat
Bust ya head up leave ya yo blood redder
I fucked ya set down nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth retalitation is a must

Third [Bun B]

Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it fail
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the killas behind him
Can't find him 'cause the flatlined him
Now Mister, murda master for the
Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned a nervous bastard
The blaster the Cash 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 til' you see through go ask B3 too how we do
me, you to one equals people,
Retaliation known 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 nigga can't talk, wave or blink
Click! Snapshot, to me your 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 and right now no more frontin'
actin' all shitty, gettin' no pity
'cause my actin' pretty showin' many from our city
Retalitation