Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back

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

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

My flooded with anger
inside, but who cares
Life is dead, we banging soldiers
So beware if you
we torture the ? ? ? ?
For what the fuck you done
Jump across these so now the war is on
We rob, strapped busting they all drop
Shit, we actually blowing bitch ass off the block
So your glock clocked sucker!
For I come through
Dump around something now your is nothing
20 til death,
Weed, on my breath
You looking for your fucking
Ain't left!
Hangin out with my niggas, real street
They hearts is cold hear, bust triggers
Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street
liquer, shermed out, high as a kite
Intoxication, ain't that you can feel
When the cops by suddenly
And was out to kill

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

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

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

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

(yelling and swearing)

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