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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Yayo

This rap shit plays a major of my life
So if you it I got the right
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 challenge you
It's funny, niggaz rather see you sufferin' and

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

Artillary that's 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
That's why, I 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought 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
wish for no religion 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 respect
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 hate when you do

But when you broke, friends and your enemies
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 being
(Tony Yayo)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the fuckin' country

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

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

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

Cop a grams
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 polishin' pistols, I'm to get you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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