Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every year the same happens
fuckin' funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here each other
I know why
And when it to you
can't turn the other fuckin' cheek
Gotta get back for dead niggas
I'm caught up to

Sometimes I sit and
how many gonna die this summer
Gunshots from the
Now the sawed-off pumps lead across your beds
They said: "Mama, you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then us to hell
They it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, half ain't got it all
They stay up at waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and
So high, sometimes I gotta load they clips
I ain't mad at them though, dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, yeah
It's the time the real niggas live for retaliation
on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you punk bitches stand back and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler &
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my on his chest
like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once
There's else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome
Roll the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' that I can tonight
Double-back on bitch crew, broad daylight

Ice-T]
There's no innocence allowed in these streets
your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your friend?
Could you your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", be a motherfuckin' liar
("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - and scratched]) Retaliation

Been packin' straps so I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
that than dead
Now time to show you what I'm trained for in this
up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker shit
You musta not a when you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're anyway
And not just you, some of family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might just wanna turn yourself me
To save hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we who you are, where ya live
We got your ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got
I don't give a fuck, I sleep
Till one of us lays me and my
That's the of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' and wait
I'll ya down South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your damn crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' if I wanted to

[Chorus:
There's no innocence allowed in ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your
Tell me what you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a liar
("I'm lettin' off my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

("Lettin' off until my arms tired" - and scratched])