Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mile Road (g-unit Remix)

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony

This rap shit plays a major part of my
So if you jeapordize it I got the
To send a mothafucka at you
G-Unit, and I ain't stoppin' to my clique

Swimmin' in of money
Ma could walk around wit' a up
And challenge you
It's funny, niggaz rather see you and hungry

I'm as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
You lyin' your ass off, you know you that tough
I'm pullin' mask off as soon as you act up
You what I came for, it isn't the game ball

Artillary about as long as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels like I'm
Forty Cal under my pillow, condom my semen

The physical of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and 'em
Get my nut I'm breathin'
'Cause they they'd catch me slippin'

Now I'm duckin' and
That's a thousand dollar outfit the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or

Listen, I went through, mama in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of

You can take me out the 'hood, but take the 'hood out me
('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
Niggaz hate you do good

But when you broke, your friends and your
They love you, love you
"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me crack, out of town, trips on the trail

"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me crack
(Tony Yayo)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the fuckin' country

niggaz, they cop me on the low
White boys don't me coke, they call me blow
It's to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but

I'll make money double
me in baking soda
I'll turn Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your

Feed your family, your man to a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or
If you cop three and a half you backwards

Cop a hundred
You movin'
You tryin' to more birds
In PA all day, on the corner of

You can take me out the
But can't take the out me
(What?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm to get you

The hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I it
Man, I done bought all these
get it poppin'

Start wavin' my emboies cases get the droppin'
(C'mon)
Like if it's the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my just stunnin', I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm and I'm restless

You my contestants
As the world turns, there's to be learned
Count all my blessin's, up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the survive, the weak will parish

I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 chain"
Belagio, twenty grand in at a dice game
Burn out, can't gotta watch MTV, BET
you see me

I wonder if you mad, I'm doin' good
Or 'cause niggaz feelin' me more you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you
'Cause they you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat

You pussy, yeah, explain it to niggaz in hood nigga
They know you frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you
know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga

Read the "Daily News"
You see them talkin' me nigga
I'm in the of all kinds of shit
Pussy, let's get it

G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit,
G-G-G-Unit,