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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony

This rap shit plays a part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the
To send a at you tonight
G-Unit, and I stoppin' to my clique poppin'

Swimmin' in barrels of
Ma could walk around a head up
And you dummy
funny, niggaz rather see you sufferin' and hungry

I'm hungry as hell, skatin' another nigga's 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'
Forty Cal under my pillow, condom feelin' my

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

Now I'm and trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you
You trippin', more records could get my ass in
Death wish for no whether Catholic 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 ours
We got more four five's and than a deck of cards

You can take me out the 'hood, but take 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
They love you, they you
"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the

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

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 nothin' but

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

Feed your family, turn man to a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or 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 move birds
In PA all day, on the of Third

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
Think I'm playin'? I it
Man, I done 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 much pride to
I'm outside, gun in my just 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, hoes they compliment me now "50 nice chain"
Belagio, twenty in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop gotta MTV, BET
you see me

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

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

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

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