Luyện nghe bài hát Eye For Eye

Yea, I the way this feel
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
the shots or die nigga
You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and
Not your buddy, not your pal, not homie
There a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man I don't a hoe
Apple around so I had to let my brother know
Never stay in center, the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas be around if you was bummy yo
South side Jamaica yeah thats where I come from
If you see a with me then theres more than one gun
straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one
Or even satisfied being another niggas
We all know friendships sour when you gettin' it
niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smellin' all up in my face like I don't know them sick
But I can care less, I'm on the 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
Survive the or die nigga
(Die nigga)
Walkin' and talkin' it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, dirty south get it
Feds tryin to question me, run up in my hotel
They said there shootin', but they found no shells
New York City, Hell they niggas under jails
I got love for them and I even from there
Now bust a shot for them on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game
There bout the sound of a Trey-Pound
That make me pull up, hop out and a nigga lay down
See every time we ya hear some shots go off
And niggas get there snatched when they try and show off
Shoot outs in day we do it the mob way
And to find out these niggas is softer than Shawty
keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm
And a full of ice
You can call me the Don
We the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyin'
no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryin'
'Cause my niggas ain't ridin', so you gone
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 or die nigga
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya it
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 at it
I'm alergic to the feathers on bird ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya brains on curbed fence nigga
I a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit
Enough for the H K I don't play bitch
Move I'm militant back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm but niggas can't move me
I squeeze I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I'll have your pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles
You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York
Run home to the sports section and read your mind
crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust
First it's crime scene then you end up in that Black Hurst
We don't go to but we'll go to your wake fam
View your body all 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
the shots or die nigga
(Die nigga)
Nigga you shit on me, I'll 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)