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

Swimmin' in of money
Ma could walk around wit' a up
And challenge you
It's funny, niggaz rather see you sufferin' and

I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another money
You lyin' your ass off, you know you that tough
I'm pullin' your mask off as as you act up
You what I came for, it isn't the game ball

Artillary about as long as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm awake, but it still feels like I'm dreamin'
Cal under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen

The physical presence of a female, form of a
why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought catch me slippin'

Now I'm duckin' and
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the is you rippin'?
You trippin', more could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion Catholic 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 gotta respect
We got more four five's and nines than a of cards

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

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

"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 seller in the whole fuckin'

Wallstreet niggaz, cop me on the low
boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
Or 'cause niggaz feelin' me more than you in own 'hood
And it hurts 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
know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
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 of shit
Pussy, get it poppin'

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