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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony

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

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

I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's
You your ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pullin' your off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the ball

Artillary that's as long as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels like I'm
Forty Cal under my pillow, 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
they thought they'd catch me slippin'

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

But when you broke, your friends and your
love 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 being
(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 me coke, they call me blow
time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but

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

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

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

You can take me out the
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'
Think I'm I mean it
Man, I bought all these pistols
get it poppin'

Start my emboies shell 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 pocket just stunnin', I'm
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm

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

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

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

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