Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die summer
Gunshots the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps across your beds
They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and puts 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 prepared to get
Half my niggas ball, other half got it all
stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even load they clips
I mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, hell
It's the time that the real niggas for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk bitches stand back 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' boys' body
I ran over to him, put my on his chest
like an apple in the side of his neck
His glanced up, his body jerked once more
There's else to do but to go to war
the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad

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

Been packin' straps so long I gots some bruise in my leg
Better that dead
Now it's to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong ya fuck with
Now on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You not a known when you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin'
And not you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might just turn yourself into me
To save hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
We got your ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on last day
Or maybe, laughin', thinkin' that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I sleep
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
catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I to

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

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