Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

First [Juvenile]

Scraped my jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the camoflauged lookin' 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 shit in this game
I know you about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's down to knock a head off and wear a
Take a through that Nolia and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black tennis
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
Slangin' iron from Josephine through that Melphanine
And would do anything to prove himself relentless
Like, a murder job and the consequences
Hustlin' through the walls avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue and curly heads
And he got and then start, runnin' with yo peers
Got swole and home and now you back out chea
And that boyd that cha shot, hangin' on the block
You don't know him but he know ya look you 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
Which is why they known to be a Juvenile like me
Would'ja see my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife
with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life

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

Verse: [B.G.]

Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my
My partna paged me and say they found my nigga
It's a bust thang can't be no hoes
I got a hundred rounds for my Calico
Fa sho we get's busy, and leave ass fonky
Full of monkey and we don't 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
Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye bye-bye
You took mine, I'ma take yearn
This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets
S.K. clicker, the blunt-smoker 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 play I lay the A.K.
To spray and lay down the snaps I get
Niggas can't touch what me and Bun down
Now down and pump and distribute kees
You sleep six feet I tear down the street
Wear the family they grieve because ya flat
ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I done fucked ya set nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth shut is a must

Third Verse: B]

Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never
Shippin' his ass off to Hell, the killas left behind him
Can't find him the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to swerve it her, turned into a nervous 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 fuck 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,
also known 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 ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink back
Click! Snapshot, to me your not
hot like a fat rock off a crack spot
In the got a stable,
able to crack a bitch with a conference table
Then choke her wit a jumper
A Chiefer stay reefer mo blunted
One time a stunted
We beat bitch and right now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, no pity
'cause my niggas pretty showin' many from our city
Retalitation