Luyện nghe bài hát Eye For Eye

Yea, I like the way feel
makes 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
Survive the shots or die
You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd the one and only
Not your buddy, not your pal, not homie
There ain't a around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that style shit, man I don't love a hoe
Apple wasn't so I had to let my brother know
Never stay in center, play the back and let your grow
Most niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I from
If you see a nigga with me theres more than one gun
Five straight soldier ain't tired of being the dumb one
Or even being another niggas dun-dun
We all know friendships turn sour you gettin' it
Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe 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
Survive the or die nigga
(Die nigga)
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I it nigga
Came the country, dirty south get it nigga
Feds tryin to question me, run up in my hotel
They there wasn't shootin', but they 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 shot for boys on the block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm in the game nigga
There somethin' bout the of a Trey-Pound
make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down
See every we round' ya hear some shots go off
And niggas get there chains snatched 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 call me the Don
We want the eye 'n' son make one move and your dyin'
Ain't no time for heat nigga ya cryin'
'Cause my niggas ain't goin'stop ridin', so you
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
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 to the feathers on these bird ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya on that curbed fence nigga
I a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit
Enough for the H K I don't play bitch
Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but can't move 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 around I'll blow your brains on my New York
Run home turn to the section and read your mind
It's crystal clear you should when that gat bust
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in Black Hurst
We go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam
your body all banged up, you made 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 shots or die
(Die nigga)
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)