Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First [Juvenile]

Scraped my elbow 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 for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this
I know you about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's down to knock a head off and wear a
a flight through that Nolia and then see who represent
Not with them thugs wearin' them black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen,
Slangin' iron that Josephine through that Melphanine
And would do almost anything to prove relentless
Like, a murder job and the consequences
Hustlin' through the brick avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and curly
And he got and then start, runnin' with yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you back out
And that boyd that cha shot, hangin' on the block
You know him but he know ya look you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! out in cold blood on the Ave.
Here the paramedics media 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 little bit a little bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa

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

Verse: [B.G.]

Ain't that cold? I a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just me and say they found my nigga
It's a bust back can't be no hoes
I got a hundred rounds plus for my
Fa sho we get's busy, and that ass fonky
Full of that and we don't to act a donkey
I'ma go get in my all black fit, I come just sit
'cause if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha
If you die, you die
it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye
You done took mine, I'ma take
This is earn, chopper bullets burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the lighter flipper
Paper for six figures 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 play I lay the A.K.
To spray and lay down the snaps I get
Niggas can't touch me and Bun puttin' down
Now down and pump round and kees
You sleep six feet I tear down the street
Wear down the family they because ya flat
Bust ya up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I fucked ya set down nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth shut is a must

Third Verse: B]

Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, the killas left behind him
Can't find him 'cause the flatlined him
Now Mister, murda master for the
Niggas tryed to it past her, turned into 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 you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
'cause me, you to one people,
Retaliation also known as the
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 talk, wave or blink back
Click! Snapshot, to me your not
That hot like a fat rock off a spot
In the got a stable,
That's able to crack a bitch with a table
Then choke her wit a jumper
A Chiefer that stay reefer mo
One time a hoed
We beat that and right now no more frontin'
Niggas all shitty, gettin' no pity
'cause my actin' pretty showin' many from our city
Retalitation