Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many gonna die this summer
Gunshots from the
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your
They said: "Mama, less you strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then us to hell
They started it, no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all to get buckwild
Half my ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat
Drinkin' hard liquor, mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta they clips
I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the
in you, suspend you in here, hell
It's the time the real niggas live for retaliation
on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you bitches just stand back and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the & Gotch
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' jerkin'
I ran to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his jerked once more
There's nothin' to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the out the door
Catch all the fuckin' that I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad

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

Been packin' so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than
Now it's time to show you I'm trained for in this
Rally up the relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck
Now it's on bitches, are darker than shit
You musta not a known when you hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin'
And not just you, some of family
To tell you the any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn yourself me
To save your pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
We got your place ran up to a cop on the
We'll hit block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your crib shake
I you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I sleep
Till one of us me and my nigga
the fear of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and
I'll catch ya down South, lay ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to meet your
You got one chance, arm your whole damn
I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I to

Ice-T]
There's no innocence allowed in ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your
me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin'
("I'm lettin' off until my tired" - [cut and scratched])

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