Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every year the shit happens
fuckin' funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killin' other
I don't why
And it happens to you
just can't turn the fuckin' cheek
Gotta get back for dead niggas
Yeah I'm up to

Sometimes I sit and
how motherfuckers gonna die this summer
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead your beds
They "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to
started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other ain't got it all
They stay up at waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta they clips
I mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, hell
the time that the real niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches stand back and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler &
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my boys' body jerkin'
I ran to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body once more
There's nothin' to do but to go to war
the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad

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

Been packin' straps so long I gots some permanent in my leg
that than dead
Now it's time to show you 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 than shit
You musta not a known you fuckin' hit that day
Or you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any body we see
You might just turn yourself into me
To save your hood 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
hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, your whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on last day
Or maybe, laughin', thinkin' that you got away
I don't a fuck, I won't sleep
Till one of us me and my nigga
the fear 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 time to meet your
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I to

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

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