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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony

This rap plays a major part of my life
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 barrels of
Ma could walk around a head up
And challenge you
It's funny, niggaz rather see you and hungry

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

Artillary about as long as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels I'm dreamin'
Forty Cal 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 while I'm
'Cause thought they'd catch me slippin'

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 or Christian

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

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

But when you broke, your friends and enemies
They love you, they you
"Chi Chi, get the llello"
me being 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 turn you to a
I'm the number one seller in the whole country

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

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

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

Cop a grams
You movin'
You tryin' to move more
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 shells hit you, you
Think I'm I mean it
Man, I bought all these pistols
Let's get it

Start wavin' my emboies 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 pocket stunnin', I'm stoppin'
I'm to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless

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

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

You pussy, yeah, explain it to niggaz in your hood
They know you 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 talkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of
Pussy, let's get it

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