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 at you tonight
G-Unit, and I ain't to my clique poppin'

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

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

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

The presence of a female, form of a demon
why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm
'Cause they thought catch me slippin'

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

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

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

But when you broke, your friends and enemies
They love you, they 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 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 your into a new Range Rover
pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator

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

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

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

The hit you, you screamin'
I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these
Let's get it

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

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

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

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

You pussy, yeah, it to niggaz 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 them talkin' about me
I'm in the middle of all of shit
Pussy, get it poppin'

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