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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Banks, Tony Yayo

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

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

I'm as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
You your 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 ball

Artillary that's about as 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, of a demon
why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm
'Cause they they'd catch me slippin'

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

Listen, I went through, mama in and out the kitchen
probable cause, papa was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a 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, friends and your enemies
They love you, they 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 sift me, cut me, I'll you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the fuckin' country

niggaz, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me
time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm but trouble

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

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

Cop a hundred
You movin'
You tryin' to move more
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
me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you

The hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm I mean it
Man, I done all these pistols
get it poppin'

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

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

I told you before, hoes compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Belagio, twenty in chips at a dice game
out, can't 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 hurts 'cause you 'em and they don't love you back
'Cause they know you rappin' and you don't bust a gat

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

the "Daily News" nigga
You see them talkin' 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,