Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die this
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off pumps lead across your beds
They said: "Mama, less you 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, other half got it all
stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even load they clips
I ain't mad at though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, yeah
It's the time that the niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand and watch
Me, I'm up the Heckler & Gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body
I ran to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an apple in the of his neck
His glanced up, his body jerked once more
There's nothin' to do but to go to war
Slide the in the chrome four-four
down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies I can tonight
on your bitch crew, broad daylight

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

Been packin' straps so I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better than dead
Now it's time to you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
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, dyin' anyway
And not just you, some of family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might just turn yourself into me
To save hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
We got your ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole shake
I know you're hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' you got away
I give a fuck, I won't sleep
Till one of us lays me and my
That's the fear of triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of
We'll just snatch kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out
There's no where to run, it's time to meet make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn
I couldn't stop my fuckin' if I wanted to

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

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