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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Yayo

This rap shit plays a 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 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' with another 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 the game ball

Artillary that's about as long as a
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels I'm dreamin'
Cal under my pillow, condom feelin' 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 they thought they'd catch me

Now I'm and trippin'
That's a dollar outfit 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 went through, mama bitchin' in and out the
With cause, papa was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta ours
We got more four and nines than 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 when you do good

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can me out the 'hood
But take the 'hood out me
(What?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you

The hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I it
Man, I bought all these pistols
Let's get it

wavin' my emboies 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 pocket just stunnin', I'm
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm and I'm restless

You know my
As the world turns, there's 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 grand in at a dice game
out, can't stop gotta 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 '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 nigga

Read the "Daily News"
You see them talkin' about me
I'm in the middle of all kinds of
Pussy, let's get it

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