Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die summer
Gunshots from the
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across beds
They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half got it all
They up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta load they
I ain't mad at though, they dumps the ammo
in you, you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the real live for retaliation
on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you bitches just stand back and watch
Me, I'm up the Heckler & Gotch
I no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body
I ran over to him, put my on his chest
Hole like an apple in the side of his
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once
nothin' else to do but to go to war
Slide the in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the
all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on bitch crew, broad daylight

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

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

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

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