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.
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
You can't wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only
Not your buddy, not pal, not your homie
There a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on doggy style shit, man I don't love a hoe
Apple around so I had to let my brother know
Never stay in center, play the back and let your money
Most them niggas wouldn't be if you was bummy yo
South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I from
If you see a nigga with me theres more than one gun
Five straight soldier ain't that of being the dumb one
Or even being another niggas dun-dun
We all know friendships turn sour you gettin' it
Some niggas me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smellin' all up in my face I don't know them niggas sick
But I can less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin' rich
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
the shots or die nigga
(Die nigga)
Walkin' and spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, dirty south get it
Feds to question me, they run up in my hotel
They said there wasn't shootin', but they no shells
New York City, Hell they niggas under jails
I got love for them and I ain't from there
Now bust a for them boys on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game
There bout the sound of a Trey-Pound
That me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down
See every time we round' ya 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 come to 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 want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and dyin'
Ain't no 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 shots or die
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 alergic to the feathers on bird ass niggas
and I'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga
I a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit
Enough rounds for the H K I play bitch
Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but can't move me
I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if it's a it's handled
I'll have your people out liquor and lightin' candles
You fuck I'll blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat
First it's crime tape then you end up in that Black Hurst
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to wake fam
View your body all banged up, you a mistake man
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
the shots 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
the shots or die nigga
(Die nigga)