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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony

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

in barrels of money
Ma walk around wit' a head up
And you dummy
It's funny, niggaz rather see you sufferin' and

I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with nigga's money
You lyin' 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

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

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

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

Listen, I through, mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, papa was in and out of
You got soldiers, but you gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines 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 crack
(Tony Yayo)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a
I'm the number one in the whole fuckin' country

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

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

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

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

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
I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these
get it poppin'

Start wavin' my 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 just stunnin', I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm

You my contestants
As the world turns, there's to be learned
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 compliment me now like "50 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 me more than you in your 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, explain it to in your hood nigga
know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like on a record, I see you nigga
Niggaz know me nigga, ask in my 'hood nigga

Read the "Daily News"
You see them about me nigga
I'm in the of all kinds of shit
Pussy, get it poppin'

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