Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die summer
from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps across your beds
They said: "Mama, you wouldn't strike back"
ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then 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 ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at nights on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and
So high, sometimes I even gotta they clips
I ain't mad at though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, yeah
It's the time that the real niggas for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, on 'em
All you punk 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 see my fuckin' boys' body 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 else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome
down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' that I can tonight
on your bitch crew, broad daylight

[Chorus:
There's no allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, 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 straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better than dead
Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck
Now on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You musta not a known when you hit that day
Or you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not just you, some of your
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might just turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my crews'
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya
We got place ran up to a cop on the tick
hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your crib shake
I know you're hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' 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 make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your bitch and wait
I'll catch ya South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to meet make
You got one chance, arm whole damn crew
I stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to

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

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