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 a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit, and I ain't stoppin' to my clique

in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a 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 know you ain't tough
I'm pullin' your mask off as as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the ball

that's about as long as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty Cal under my pillow, condom my semen

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

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

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

You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 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, they you
"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me crack, out of town, trips on the trail

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

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

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

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

Cop a hundred
You movin'
You tryin' to move more
In PA all day, on the of Third

You can take me out the
But take the 'hood out me
(What?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
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
get it poppin'

Start wavin' my emboies shell get the droppin'
(C'mon)
Like if down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my just stunnin', I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm and I'm restless

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

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

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

You pussy, yeah, explain it to niggaz in your hood
know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' gangstas 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 kinds of
Pussy, let's get it

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