Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back

(daz talking)
I them 20 dollar pores bwoy,
Get sharp 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 at the park, don't be late!

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

My heart with 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 these niggas so now the war is on
We rob, busting until they all drop
Shit, we actually blowing bitch ass off the block
So keep your glock sucker!
For when I come
Dump around now your homies is nothing
20 til death,
Weed, on my breath
You for your fucking homies
none left!
Hangin out with my niggas, street niggas
They is cold hear, bust them triggers
Taping flicks, pictures, the street life
Drinking liquer, shermed out, as a kite
Intoxication, ain't feeling that you can
When the cops drive by
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, it's
Now what's next for us, we up
But adjust my set to murder, so what the fuck!

(daz talking)
Yeah, when I get wet, they're ain't I won't do
So intoxicate your to something new
remeber
Revenge, retaliation, murder, get

I'm in the on my own
I will I gotta stay strong
My motto "you with us, you fucking get domed"
Two days later niggas back and sprayed us
Retaliation and get back this time to face it
We five deep, we jet out as we creep
Blowing niggas ? ? ? ? hollering east side! beach!!
My ain't with them other niggas!
It's you
Got a gauge to your nigga what you goin 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, moving on the block
I you knew! but now you know!
Don't ever come around no more!
And why's and why not?
Cause my money and I mash for my block!

(yelling and swearing)

The gang! daz dillenger!
Taking all y'all bitch ass the fuck out!
You better out!
here we come, come,
We getcha getcha
We going getcha
We getch getcha
We finshed finished
We goin getcha
We going getcha
We getch getcha
the automatic hitsya hitsya
We goin getcha
We getch getcha
We going getch