Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back

(daz talking)
I want them 20 pores bwoy,
Get your sticks!
We're going to la la
(hahaha)we're to the moon
We're going to serve these motherfuckers
Boy you got your
ass nigga!
You static!?
Yo! go get the homeboys!
We got a meeting at the park, be late!

They say the streets ain't safe no
For us youngsters,
Take the chance to achieve and the life of a busta
Gather up all the matter, yeah, we
Many hood stories told, we
See we bang for this colour and this colour
Kill any colour, that our colour
Get it in your head what's what's done said
Embalmed on the for all my homies that's dead
I forget you homie
Drinkin and because I'm lonely
Blastin all these motherfuckers they phony

My heart flooded with
inside, but who cares
Life is dead, we like soldiers
So if you scared
Then we the ? ? ? ?
For the fuck you done done
Jump these niggas so now the war is on
We rob, strapped until they all drop
Shit, we actually your bitch ass off the block
So keep glock clocked sucker!
For I come through
around something now your homies is nothing
20 til death,
Weed, alcohol on my
You for your fucking homies
none left!
Hangin out with my niggas, street niggas
They is cold hear, bust them triggers
flicks, pictures, modifying the street life
Drinking liquer, shermed out, as a kite
Intoxication, ain't feeling you can feel
When the drive by suddenly
And was out to kill

(daz talking)
Yeah, tell homeboy that!
on sight!
Everytime we see y'all ass

Now I'm shot!
made it!
Killed four of my homies, it's
Now what's for us, we load up
But keep my set to murder, so what the fuck!

(daz talking)
Yeah, when I get wet, they're nothing I won't do
So your mind to something new
Always
Revenge, retaliation, murder, get

I'm in the on my own
I will roam I stay strong
My motto "you with us, you fucking get domed"
Two days later niggas come back and us
and get back this time just to face it
We cars deep, we jet out as we creep
Blowing ? ? ? ? hollering east side! long beach!!
My feud with them other niggas!
with you
Got a gauge to your head nigga what you do?
Handle my business, for the cops and get to snitching
Reaching to our destination so we can it
Nobody knows and we won't get
stacking paper, moving cavi on the block
I you knew! but now you know!
Don't ever come around no more!
And that? and why not?
Cause it's my money and I for my block!

(yelling and swearing)

The gang! daz dillenger!
Taking all y'all bitch ass the fuck out!
You better out!
'cause we come, come,
We goin getcha
We going getch
We going getcha
We ain't finshed
We goin getcha
We getch getcha
We getch getcha
the automatic hitsya hitsya
We goin getcha
We going getcha
We getch getcha