Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Miles And Running

Yeah, is back
Em the B the
It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, go

8 miles and running, got my 7th album
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back it was now or nothin'
People I would amount to nothin' that I had talent for nothin'

Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your
I could hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"
Now my eighth album's comin' everybody's smilin'
something, claimin' that they done something for him

Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their uniform
Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Lawrence
'Bout how hot my rap was before I was who I was
Claimin' that they it up before I threw it up

You what? Where was you before I this up?
I see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was up
Back on the block, it in, there wasn't no you with us

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th droppin'
And my 8th comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', twenty growlin' stomachs

8 and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip
And my album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

6 miles and running in the Pontiac, six thousand six, trans
Might while the engine run
Anyone ya rider give me one more chance
Hear them smokers screamin' one more gram so I'ma 'em one

Homie, son, and my pop, close to my momma
Keep toasters for drama, mix a lot my son
My son and he learnin' a lot
when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own

Well, a nigga, tell 'em niggas like the biblical scripture
Look back, assault like the sin is in
Most of ya and self-centered like
Me Shaq and me

Set up ya brother 'cuz you jealous nigga, the back
you never left, I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running dodgin' trap, the rap gingerbread man
Cheer us up, you precious breath, State P the attack

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album
And my 8th album comin', a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty stomachs

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th album
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs,
6 miles and runnin', got my fist poppin'
And my first comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs

Back when nobody would found he had talent, would sign me
believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly
But how can she deny me? Me the youngest runt
To up outta her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me

niggas would want me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm takin' all the industry's money, revenge is honey
We run this, Young is the illest, is the future
Bean's and Bleek is now, we can see our 8 miles nigga

8 and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my fist strip
And my first album comin', feedin' growlin' stomachs

8 and runnin', got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a growlin' stomachs, Free
6 miles and runnin', got my strip poppin'
And my first comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs