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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Yayo

This rap plays a major part 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'

in barrels 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 lyin' your ass off, you know you that tough
I'm pullin' your off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the ball

Artillary that's about as as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels I'm dreamin'
Cal under my pillow, condom feelin' 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 thought they'd catch me

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

Listen, I went through, mama in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, was in and out of prison
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 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 your
They you, they 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, turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the 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 money
Cook me in baking
turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and your 'frigerator

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

Cop a hundred
You movin'
You tryin' to move birds
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 shells hit you, you
Think I'm I mean it
Man, I done all these pistols
get it poppin'

Start wavin' my emboies shell 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 young and I'm

You know my
As the world turns, there's to be learned
all my blessin's, clean 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, 'cause I'm good
Or 'cause niggaz me more than you in your own 'hood
And it 'cause 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, it to niggaz in your hood nigga
They you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
know 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 of shit
Pussy, let's get it

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