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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Yayo

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

Swimmin' in barrels of
Ma could walk around a head up
And you dummy
It's funny, niggaz see you sufferin' and hungry

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

Artillary that's about as 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 while I'm
'Cause they they'd catch me slippin'

Now I'm and trippin'
a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', more records get my ass in position
Death wish for no whether Catholic or Christian

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

You can take me out the 'hood, but can't the 'hood out me
('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
hate when you do good

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

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

niggaz, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, 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
Cook me in baking
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range
I'll pay all your and fill your 'frigerator

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

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

You can me out the 'hood
But take the 'hood out me
(What?)
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm to get you

The shells hit you, you
Think I'm I mean it
Man, I bought all these pistols
get it poppin'

Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the
(C'mon)
if it's down 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 know my
As the world turns, lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will

I told you before, hoes they compliment me now "50 nice chain"
Belagio, twenty in chips at a dice game
Burn out, stop gotta watch MTV, BET
you see me

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

You pussy, yeah, explain it to in your hood nigga
know you fuckin' 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 talkin' about 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,