Luyện nghe bài hát Retaliation

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

Sometimes I sit and
how many motherfuckers gonna die this
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 then us to hell
They started it, there's no way to mend it, end it
My hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father - all prepared 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 gotta load they clips
I ain't mad at though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, hell
It's the time that the real niggas for retaliation
on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you punk just stand back and watch
Me, I'm up the Heckler & Gotch
I gots no love, for busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' body jerkin'
I ran to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes up, his body jerked once more
There's else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the four-four
Roll down the windows, the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies I can tonight
Double-back on your crew, broad daylight

[Chorus:
There's no innocence allowed in ghetto streets
Grab guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed best friend?
you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a 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 than
Now it's time to you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya with
Now on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You musta not a known you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're anyway
And not you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' we see
You might just wanna turn into me
To save your hood pain of my treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, ya live
We got your place ran up to a cop on the
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, you're laughin', thinkin' you got away
I give a fuck, I won't sleep
Till one of us lays me and my
That's the fear of triggers
If ya smart, ya make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay ass out straight
There's no to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your damn crew
I couldn't my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to

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

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