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 it I got the right
To send a at you tonight
G-Unit, and I ain't stoppin' to my poppin'

Swimmin' in of money
Ma could walk around a head up
And you dummy
It's funny, niggaz 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 your mask off as soon as you act up
You know 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 still like I'm dreamin'
Cal under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wallstreet niggaz, 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 nothin' but

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

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

Cop a hundred
You movin'
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 polishin' pistols, I'm to get you

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

Start wavin' my emboies 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 just stunnin', I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm

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

I told you before, hoes they compliment me now "50 nice chain"
Belagio, twenty grand in chips at a dice
Burn out, stop gotta watch MTV, BET
you see me

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

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

Read the "Daily News"
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,