Luyện nghe bài hát Eye For Eye

Yea, I the way this feel
makes me wanna just
(G G G G G G-Unit)
Bucks up! haha
(Female "G-Unit")
Yea.
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
You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your
There ain't a 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 niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats I come from
If you see a nigga me then theres more than one gun
Five straight soldier that tired of being the dumb one
Or even satisfied being another dun-dun
We all know friendships turn sour 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 niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin'
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 talkin' spit it how I live it
from the country, dirty south get it nigga
Feds tryin to question me, run up in my hotel
They said there wasn't shootin', but found no shells
New York City, Hell they throwin' under jails
I got love for and I ain't even from there
Now bust a for them boys on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game
There somethin' the sound of a Trey-Pound
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay
See time we round' ya hear some shots go off
And niggas get chains snatched when they try and show off
outs in broad day we do it the mob way
And come to find out these niggas is softer than
keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist of ice
You can me the Don motherfucker
We want the eye 'n' son make one move and your dyin'
Ain't no time for coppin' nigga ya cryin'
my niggas ain't goin'stop ridin', so you gone
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
I got a hand gun habit, front I'll let ya have it
the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm alergic to the on these bird ass niggas
Front and put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga
I ain't a my spark and I'll spray shit
Enough rounds for the H K I don't bitch
Move like I'm back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas move me
I squeeze till I run ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin'
You fuck around blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home turn to the sports section and 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, 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
Survive the shots or die
(Die nigga)