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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Banks, Tony Yayo

This rap plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the
To send a mothafucka at you
G-Unit, and I stoppin' to my clique poppin'

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

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

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

The physical presence of a female, form of a
why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd me slippin'

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

Listen, I went through, mama bitchin' in and out the
probable cause, papa was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still respect ours
We got more four five's and than a deck of cards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You my contestants
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 will parish

I told you before, hoes they compliment me now "50 nice chain"
Belagio, grand in chips 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 don't love you back
'Cause they know you just and you don't bust a gat

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