Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back

(daz talking)
I want them 20 dollar bwoy,
Get sharp sticks!
We're to la la land
(hahaha)we're going to the
We're going to serve these motherfuckers
Boy you got shit?
ass nigga!
You static!?
Yo! go get the homeboys!
We got a meeting at the park, be late!

say the streets ain't safe no more
For us youngsters,
Take the to achieve and live the life of a busta
up all the matter, yeah, we multiply
Many stories told, we analyze
See we for this colour and only this colour
Kill any colour, that ain't our
Get it in your head what's what's done said
Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that's
I can't you homie
Drinkin and because I'm lonely
Blastin all these cause they phony

My heart flooded anger
inside, but who cares
Life is dead, we banging like
So beware if you
Then we the ? ? ? ?
For what the fuck you done
Jump these niggas so now the war is on
We rob, strapped until they all drop
Shit, we blowing your bitch ass off the block
So keep your glock sucker!
For I come through
Dump around something now homies is nothing
20 til death,
Weed, on my breath
You looking for fucking homies
Ain't left!
out with my niggas, real street niggas
They is cold hear, bust them triggers
Taping flicks, pictures, the street life
Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a
Intoxication, feeling that you can feel
When the drive by suddenly
And they was out to

(daz talking)
Yeah, tell your that!
on sight!
Everytime we see bitch ass

Now I'm shot!
made it!
Killed four of my homies, gang-related
Now next for us, we load up
But keep my set to murder, so what the fuck!

(daz talking)
Yeah, when I get wet, they're ain't I won't do
So intoxicate your mind to new
remeber
Revenge, retaliation, murder, get

I'm in the on my own
I will roam I gotta stay
My "you fuck with us, you fucking get domed"
Two days later niggas back and sprayed us
Retaliation and get back this time to face it
We five deep, we jet out as we creep
niggas ? ? ? ? hollering east side! long beach!!
My ain't with them other niggas!
with you
Got a gauge to your head nigga you goin do?
Handle my business, for the cops come and get to
Reaching to our so we can kick it
Nobody knows and we get caught
Continue stacking paper, moving on the block
I you knew! but now you know!
Don't ever come around no more!
And why's and why not?
Cause it's my and I mash for my block!

(yelling and swearing)

The gang! daz dillenger!
all y'all bitch ass niggas the fuck out!
You better out!
'cause we come, come,
We goin getcha
We going getcha
We going getch
We finshed finished
We getcha getcha
We going getcha
We going getcha
Before the automatic hitsya
We goin getcha
We getch getcha
We getch getcha