Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First Verse:

my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the grass camoflauged for them
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 don't change robbin' shit in this
I you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's to knock a head off and wear a vest?
Take a flight through that Nolia and see who represent
Not with them thugs wearin' them black reebok tennis
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
Slangin' iron from that through that Melphanine
And would do almost anything to prove relentless
Like, a murder job and the consequences
through the brick walls avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the steady duckin' blue eyes and curly heads
And he got caught and then start, runnin' yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you out chea
And that that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You don't him but he know ya look you bout to get got
BOW!!!!!! Laid out in blood on the Ave.
Here comes the paramedics media and lab
Understand is all he know and it's all he see
is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me
Would'ja see that my words were a bit cold a little bit trife
Down with Tec Juvenile fa life

[Ms. Tee]
Niggas.......they comin' to
You betta watch ya back before they split cha (3x)

Verse: [B.G.]

Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, my nigga
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 that ass fonky
Full of that monkey and we to act a donkey
go get in my all black fit, when I come just sit
'cause if ya sit cha hit, if ya cha split
If you die, you die
Take it ten for one, bye-bye wave bye-bye
You done took mine, take yearn
This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter
Paper for six figures bout my issue
I'm get to cha, get cha if you in my way
I'ma deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a
I'll wax ass then tax on my yay
Today if I lay with the A.K.
To and lay down the snaps I get down
Niggas can't touch me and Bun puttin' down
Now down and pump and distribute kees
You sleep six feet I down the whole street
Wear down the family they because ya flat
Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo redder
I done fucked ya set nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya shut retalitation is a must

Third [Bun B]

Dead ass don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail
his ass off to Hell, still the killas left behind him
Can't find him 'cause the nine him
Now Mister, master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a bastard
The blaster the Money 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, be clappin'
Cappin' you til' you see Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
'cause me, you to one people,
Retaliation known as the sequel
It's X-rated, 'cause the clique's ten and now you throw the bitch
Like I got no fuckin' sense, and I don't so that
A dead ass nigga can't talk, or blink back
Click! Snapshot, to me your not
That hot like a fat rock off a crack
In the got a stable,
That's able to crack a bitch a conference table
Then choke her wit a cable
A Chiefer stay reefer mo blunted
One time a stunted
We beat that and right now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, gettin' no
my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our city
Retalitation