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 a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit, and I ain't stoppin' to my clique

Swimmin' in of money
Ma could walk wit' a head up
And you dummy
funny, niggaz 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' your mask off as as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the game

Artillary that's about as as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it feels like I'm dreamin'
Cal under 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 they'd catch me

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
wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian

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

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

But when you broke, friends and your enemies
They you, they 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 whole country

Wallstreet niggaz, cop me on the low
White boys don't 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 baking
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range
I'll pay all bills and fill your 'frigerator

Feed family, turn 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 half you hustlin'

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

You can me out the 'hood
But can't take the out me
(What?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
Picture me pistols, I'm comin' to get you

The shells hit you, you
I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I bought all these pistols
get it poppin'

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

You my contestants
As the world turns, lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my
I'm for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish

I told you before, they compliment me now like "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 good
Or 'cause niggaz feelin' me more than you in your own
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, explain it to niggaz in your nigga
They know you frontin' nigga
Talkin' like on a record, I see you nigga
Niggaz know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood

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

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