Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

[Intro:
Every year the same happens
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 your niggas
I'm caught up to

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers die this summer
Gunshots from the
Now the sawed-off riot lead across your beds
They "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to
They started it, no way to mend it, we'll end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half got it all
They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and
So high, sometimes I even gotta load clips
I ain't mad at them though, dumps the ammo
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 punk bitches just stand and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the & Gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the in
I can still see my fuckin' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his
like an apple in the side of his neck
His glanced up, his body jerked once more
nothin' else 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' bodies I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad

Ice-T]
There's no innocence allowed in these streets
your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me would you do if they killed your 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' straps so long I gots some permanent in my leg
Better than dead
Now it's to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
Make ya understand it was the wrong ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker shit
You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin'
And not just you, of your family
To tell you the any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn yourself me
To save your hood of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we who you are, where ya live
We got place ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your block so hard, you'll it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', that you got away
I don't a fuck, I won't sleep
Till one of us lays me and my
That's the fear of these
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of
We'll snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn
I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to

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

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