Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back

(daz talking)
I want them 20 dollar bwoy,
Get sharp sticks!
We're going to la la
(hahaha)we're to the moon
We're going to serve these motherfuckers
Boy you got shit?
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 chance to achieve and live the of a busta
up all the matter, yeah, we multiply
Many stories told, we analyze
See we bang for this colour and only this
any colour, that ain't our colour
Get it in your what's done what's done said
Embalmed on the for all my homies that's dead
I forget you homie
and smoking because I'm lonely
Blastin all motherfuckers cause they phony

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

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

Now I'm shot!
made it!
Killed of my homies, it's gang-related
Now what's next for us, we up
But keep 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 I gotta stay strong
My motto "you with us, you fucking get domed"
Two days later niggas come back and us
Retaliation and get back this just to face it
We cars deep, we jet out as we creep
niggas ? ? ? ? hollering east side! long beach!!
My feud ain't them other niggas!
It's you
Got a gauge to your head nigga you goin do?
Handle my business, for the cops come and get to
to our destination so we can kick 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 ever around no more!
And why's and why not?
it's my money and I mash for my block!

(yelling and swearing)

The gang! daz dillenger!
Taking all y'all ass niggas the fuck out!
You better out!
here we come, come,
We goin getcha
We going getch
We going getch
We ain't finished
We getcha getcha
We going getch
We getch getcha
Before the automatic hitsya
We goin getcha
We going getcha
We going getch