Luyện nghe bài hát Eye For Eye

Yea, I like the way this
This me wanna just
(G G G G G G-Unit)
Bucks up! haha
(Female "G-Unit")
Yea.
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
You roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only
Not your buddy, not pal, not your homie
There ain't a government that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man I love a hoe
Apple around so I had to let my brother know
Never stay in center, play the back and let money grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was yo
South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I come
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 niggas
We all know friendships turn sour you gettin' it
Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them shit
all up in my face like I don't know them niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm rich
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)
Walkin' and spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, dirty get it nigga
Feds to question me, they run up in my hotel
They said there shootin', but they found no shells
New York City, Hell they throwin' under jails
I got love for them and I ain't from there
Now bust a shot for boys on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the nigga
There somethin' bout the of a Trey-Pound
That make me up, hop out and make a nigga lay down
See every time we round' ya hear shots go off
And niggas get there chains snatched when try and show off
outs in broad 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 wrist of ice
You can call me the Don
We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and dyin'
Ain't no time for coppin' nigga ya cryin'
'Cause my niggas ain't 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
Survive the shots or die
I got a gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya have it
the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm to the feathers on these bird ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya brains on curbed fence nigga
I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll shit
rounds for the H K I don't 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 it's a problem handled
I'll have people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles
You fuck around I'll blow your on my New York Times
Run turn to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear you should feel when gat bust
First it's scene tape 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 banged up, you a mistake man
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)
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)