Luyện nghe bài hát Eye For Eye

Yea, I like the way this
This makes me wanna
(G G G G G G-Unit)
Bucks up! haha
(Female "G-Unit")
Yea.
you shit on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, put a hit on you
A eye for an eye
Survive the shots or die
You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and
Not your buddy, not pal, not your homie
There ain't a government around that can me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy shit, man I don't love a hoe
Apple wasn't around so I had to let my know
stay in center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas be around if you was bummy yo
South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I come
If you see a nigga with me theres more than one gun
Five straight soldier ain't tired of being the dumb one
Or even satisfied being another dun-dun
We all know friendships turn sour you gettin' it
Some hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smellin' all up in my face like I know them niggas sick
But I can less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin' rich
Nigga you on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, put a hit on you
A eye for an eye
the shots or die nigga
(Die nigga)
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I live it
Came from the country, dirty south get it
Feds tryin to me, they run up in my hotel
They said there wasn't shootin', but they no shells
New York City, they throwin' niggas under jails
I got love for them and I even from there
Now bust a for them boys on the block
I can feel your nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There somethin' bout the of a Trey-Pound
make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down
See every time we round' ya hear some go off
And get there chains snatched when they try and show off
Shoot in broad day we do it the mob way
And to find out these niggas is softer than Shawty
I'mma livin' my life with a pistol in my palm
And a full of ice
You can call me the Don
We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your
Ain't no time for coppin' nigga ya cryin'
my niggas ain't goin'stop ridin', so you gone
Nigga you on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, put a hit on you
A eye for an eye
the shots or die nigga
I got a hand gun habit, nigga I'll let ya have it
the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm to the feathers on these bird ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya brains on that curbed nigga
I ain't a marksman my and I'll spray shit
rounds for the H K I don't play bitch
Move like I'm militant back on that shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas can't me
I till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I'll have your people pourin' out and lightin' candles
You fuck around I'll blow brains on my New York Times
Run home turn to the sports section and read mind
It's crystal clear you feel when that gat bust
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in Black Hurst
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your fam
View body all banged up, you made a mistake man
Nigga you shit on me, shit on you
You put a hit on me, put a hit on you
A eye for an eye
Survive the or die nigga
(Die nigga)
Nigga you shit on me, shit on you
You put a hit on me, put a hit on you
A eye for an eye
Survive the shots or die
(Die nigga)