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 jeapordize it I got the
To send a mothafucka at you
G-Unit, and I stoppin' to my clique poppin'

Swimmin' in barrels of
Ma could walk wit' a head up
And you dummy
It's funny, rather see you sufferin' 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 your mask off as soon as you act up
You what I came for, it isn't the game 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 of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought catch me slippin'

Now I'm duckin' and
That's a dollar outfit 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, mama in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, papa was in and out of
You got soldiers, but you still respect ours
We got more four five's and nines a deck of cards

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

But when you broke, your friends and your
They you, they love you
"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me 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 seller in the fuckin' country

niggaz, they cop me on the low
White boys call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the
I'll smuggle, I'm but trouble

I'll make money double
Cook me in soda
I'll your Hooprock into 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 doorpanels or stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or
If you cop three and a you hustlin' backwards

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

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 hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm I mean it
Man, I done all these pistols
get it poppin'

Start wavin' my emboies shell 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 to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless

You know my
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 will parish

I you before, hoes they compliment me now like "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, 'cause I'm doin'
Or 'cause feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it 'cause you love 'em and they 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 them about me nigga
I'm in the of all kinds of shit
Pussy, let's get it

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