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 or die nigga
You roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only
Not buddy, not your pal, not your homie
There a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man I don't a hoe
wasn't around so I had to let my brother know
Never stay in center, play the and let your money grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was yo
side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then more than one gun
Five straight soldier ain't tired of being the dumb one
Or even satisfied being niggas dun-dun
We all know turn sour when you gettin' it
Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas
Smellin' all up in my face like I don't them niggas 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 shots or die
(Die nigga)
Walkin' and spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, dirty south get it
tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel
They there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells
New York City, Hell they throwin' niggas under
I got love for them and I even from there
Now bust a for them boys on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the nigga
somethin' bout the sound of a Trey-Pound
That make me pull up, hop out and a nigga lay down
See time we round' ya hear some shots go off
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and off
outs in broad day we do it the mob way
And come to find out these niggas is than Shawty
I'mma keep livin' my with a pistol in my palm
And a full of ice
You can call me the Don
We want the eye 'n' son one wrong move and your dyin'
no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryin'
'Cause my niggas 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 front I'll let ya it
When the shots go off sayin 50 back at it
I'm alergic to the feathers on bird ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya brains on that curbed fence
I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll spray
rounds for the H K I don't play bitch
Move I'm militant back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas move me
I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem handled
I'll have your people pourin' out and lightin' candles
You fuck around I'll your brains on my New York Times
Run home turn to the section and read your mind
It's crystal clear you should feel that gat bust
First it's scene tape then you end up in that Black Hurst
We go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam
View body all banged up, you made a mistake man
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
(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 or die nigga
(Die nigga)