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
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 style shit, man I love a hoe
Apple wasn't around so I had to let my know
Never stay in center, play the back and let your grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was yo
South side Jamaica yeah thats where I come from
If you see a nigga with me theres more than one gun
Five straight soldier that tired of being the dumb one
Or even satisfied being niggas dun-dun
We all know friendships turn sour you gettin' it
Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas
Smellin' all up in my face I don't know them niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin'
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)
and talkin' spit it how I live it nigga
Came the country, dirty south get it nigga
Feds to question 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 and I ain't even from there
Now bust a shot for them on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game
somethin' bout the sound of a Trey-Pound
That make me pull up, hop out and 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
outs in broad day we do it the mob way
And to find out these niggas is softer than Shawty
I'mma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my
And a wrist 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' heat ya cryin'
'Cause my niggas ain't ridin', so you gone
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
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 I'll put ya on that curbed fence nigga
I ain't a marksman my spark and spray shit
Enough rounds for the H K I play bitch
Move like I'm back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas can't me
I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if a problem it's handled
have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles
You fuck I'll blow 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 don't go to funerals but we'll go to your fam
View your body all banged up, you 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)
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
(Die nigga)