Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back

(daz talking)
I want 20 dollar pores bwoy,
Get your sticks!
going to la la land
(hahaha)we're going to the
We're going to serve these tonight
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 no more
For us youngsters,
Take the to achieve and live the life of a busta
up all the matter, yeah, we multiply
Many hood stories told, we
See we bang for this and only this colour
any colour, that ain't our colour
Get it in your head what's done done said
on the wall for all my homies that's dead
I can't forget you
Drinkin and smoking I'm lonely
Blastin all these motherfuckers cause they

My heart flooded anger
inside, but who cares
Life is dead, we banging like
So if you scared
Then we the ? ? ? ?
For what the fuck you done
Jump across niggas so now the war is on
We rob, strapped until they all drop
Shit, we actually blowing your bitch ass off the
So your glock clocked sucker!
For I come through
Dump around now your homies is nothing
20 til death,
Weed, on my breath
You looking for fucking homies
Ain't left!
out with my niggas, real street niggas
They hearts is cold hear, them triggers
Taping flicks, pictures, the street life
Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a
Intoxication, ain't feeling you can feel
the cops drive by suddenly
And was out to kill

(daz talking)
Yeah, tell your that!
on sight!
Everytime we see bitch ass

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

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

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

(yelling and swearing)

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