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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Yayo

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

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

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

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

The physical presence of a female, form of a
That's why, I 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm
they thought they'd catch me slippin'

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

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

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
love you, they love you
"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me being crack, out of town, on the trail

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

niggaz, they cop me on the low
White boys call me coke, they call me blow
time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm but trouble

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

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

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

You can me out the 'hood
But take the 'hood 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 pistols
get it poppin'

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

You know my
As the world turns, lessons to be learned
all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will

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

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

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

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

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