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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Banks, Tony Yayo

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

Swimmin' in of money
Ma could walk around 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 ain't tough
I'm your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the ball

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me crack
(Tony Yayo)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll 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 call me coke, they me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the
I'll smuggle, I'm but trouble

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

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

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

You can take me out the
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 bought all these pistols
Let's get it

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

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

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

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

You pussy, yeah, explain it to 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 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,