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 or die nigga
You can't wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only
Not buddy, not your pal, not your homie
There ain't a government around that can me, ohhh no
I'm on that style shit, man I don't love a hoe
Apple wasn't around so I had to let my know
stay in center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was yo
South Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I come from
If you see a nigga me then theres more than one gun
Five straight ain't that tired of being the dumb one
Or even satisfied being another dun-dun
We all know friendships sour when you gettin' it
Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them shit
Smellin' all up in my face like I don't know them sick
But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm rich
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)
Walkin' and 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 wasn't shootin', but they found no shells
New York City, they throwin' niggas under jails
I got love for them and I ain't from there
Now bust a shot for them boys on the
I can your 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 snatched when they try and off
Shoot outs in day we do it the mob way
And come to find out these niggas is softer Shawty
I'mma keep livin' my life a pistol in my palm
And a wrist of ice
You can me the Don motherfucker
We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and dyin'
Ain't no time for coppin' heat ya cryin'
my niggas ain't 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 gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya have it
When the go off cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm to the feathers on these bird ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya on that curbed fence nigga
I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll shit
Enough rounds for the H K I play bitch
Move like I'm militant on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm but niggas can't move me
I till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I'll have your pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles
You fuck around blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home turn to the sports section and read mind
It's crystal clear you should feel that gat bust
it's crime scene tape then you end up in that Black Hurst
We go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam
View your all banged 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
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 shots or die
(Die nigga)