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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Yayo

This rap shit a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the
To send a mothafucka at you
G-Unit, and I ain't to my clique poppin'

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

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

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

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

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

Listen, I through, mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, papa was in and out of
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect
We got four five's and nines than a deck of cards

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

But when you broke, your friends and enemies
They love you, 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 me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the fuckin' 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 money
Cook me in soda
I'll turn your Hooprock a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your

Feed your family, turn man to a hater
Put me in your or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, or Reeboks
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?)
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm to get you

The shells hit you, you
Think I'm I mean it
Man, I done 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 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 strong survive, the weak parish

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

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

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

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

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