Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First Verse:

Scraped my elbow jumpin' the
Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for
Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm to get ya
You try to me without the picture
Shit, I'm obligated, to be a for life
It change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the
But who's down to knock a head off and wear a
Take a flight that Nolia and then see who represent
Not with thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
Slangin' iron from that through that Melphanine
And do almost anything to prove himself relentless
Like, a job and forgettin' the consequences
Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the
Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue and curly heads
And he got caught and then start, runnin' with yo
Got swole and home and now you back out chea
And that that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You don't know him but he know ya look you to get got
BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold on the Ave.
Here comes the paramedics media and lab
Understand this is all he and it's all he see
Which is why they known to be a just like me
Would'ja see that my words a little bit cold a little bit trife
Down Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life

Chorus: [Ms.
Niggas.......they comin' to
You betta watch ya before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x)

Verse: [B.G.]

Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my
My partna just paged me and say found my nigga
It's a bust back thang be no hoes
I got a rounds plus for my Calico
Fa sho we get's busy, and leave that ass
Full of that monkey and we to act a donkey
I'ma go get in my all fit, when I come just sit
'cause if ya sit cha hit, if ya cha split
If you die, you die
it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye
You took mine, I'ma take yearn
This is what'cha earn, bullets burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the lighter flipper
Paper chaser for six bout my issue
I'm get to cha, get cha if you in my way
I'ma wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture
wax that ass then tax on my yay
Today if I lay with the A.K.
To spray and lay down the snaps I get
Niggas touch what me and Bun puttin' down
Now down and pump round and kees
You sleep six feet I tear down the street
Wear down the family grieve because ya flat
Bust ya head up leave ya yo blood redder
I done fucked ya set down hut
Nigga what ya mouth shut retalitation is a must

Third [Bun B]

Dead ass don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the killas left him
find him 'cause the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to it past her, turned into a nervous bastard
The blaster the Cash clique'll shoot em up
And me all we had to do was em up
He got the buck now who the want it?
I can't see it happen, clips be
you til' you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
'cause me, you to one people,
Retaliation also as the sequel
It's X-rated, the clique's made ten and now you throw the bitch
Like I got no sense, and I don't so take that
A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink
Click! Snapshot, to me your not
That hot like a fat rock off a spot
In the got a stable,
That's to crack a bitch with a conference table
Then choke her wit a cable
A Chiefer that stay mo blunted
One a hoed stunted
We beat that bitch and right now no more
Niggas actin' all shitty, no pity
'cause my niggas actin' showin' many from our city
nigga