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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Banks, Tony Yayo

This rap shit plays a part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the
To a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit, and I ain't 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 as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
You lyin' your ass off, you you ain't that tough
I'm pullin' your off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it the game ball

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

The physical of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and 'em
Get my nut I'm breathin'
they thought they'd catch me slippin'

Now I'm duckin' and
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 went through, mama bitchin' in and out the
With probable cause, 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 take the 'hood out me
('Cause what?)
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggaz hate you do good

But when you broke, your and your enemies
love you, they love 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 sift me, cut me, turn you to a junkie
I'm the one seller in the whole fuckin' country

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

I'll make your money
Cook me in baking
I'll turn your 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 or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or
If you cop three and a half you backwards

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

You can take me out the
But can't the 'hood out me
(What?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
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 my emboies shell cases get the droppin'
(C'mon)
if it's down the corner, I got too much 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 turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will

I told you before, hoes they compliment me now "50 nice chain"
Belagio, twenty in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't 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
know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like on a record, I see you nigga
Niggaz me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga

Read the "Daily News"
You see them talkin' 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,