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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Banks, Tony 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 ain't stoppin' to my clique

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

I'm hungry as hell, with another nigga's money
You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that
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 under my pillow, condom 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 thought they'd catch me slippin'

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

Listen, I through, mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you gotta 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?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
Niggaz when you do good

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

"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me being
(Tony Yayo)
You can me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the one seller in the whole fuckin' country

niggaz, they cop me on the low
White don't 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 money double
Cook me in soda
I'll turn your into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your and fill your 'frigerator

your family, turn 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 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 playin'? I it
Man, I done all these pistols
get it poppin'

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

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

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

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

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

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,