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, shit on you
You put a hit on me, put a hit on you
A eye for an eye
the shots or die nigga
You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your
ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on doggy style shit, man I don't love a hoe
Apple wasn't so I had to let my brother know
stay in center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
South side Jamaica yeah thats where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then more than one gun
Five straight ain't that tired of being the dumb one
Or even satisfied being niggas dun-dun
We all know friendships turn sour when you 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 care less, I'm on the album and I'm 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
the shots or die nigga
(Die nigga)
Walkin' and talkin' it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, south get it nigga
Feds tryin to me, they run up in my hotel
They said there wasn't shootin', but found no shells
New York City, they throwin' niggas under jails
I got for them and I ain't even from there
Now a shot for them boys on the block
I can feel pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There somethin' the sound of a Trey-Pound
That make me pull up, hop out and a nigga lay down
See every time we ya hear some shots go off
And niggas get there chains 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 Shawty
I'mma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my
And a full of ice
You can me the Don motherfucker
We want the eye 'n' son one wrong move and your dyin'
Ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya
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, nigga front let ya have it
When the shots go off sayin 50 back at it
I'm alergic to the feathers on these ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya brains on that curbed fence
I ain't a my spark and I'll spray shit
Enough rounds for the H K I don't bitch
Move I'm militant back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas can't me
I till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and candles
You fuck I'll blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home turn to the sports section and your mind
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat
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 banged up, you made a 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 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)