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 comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or
People said I would amount to that I had talent for nothin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest
To come up outta her tummy, she got but love for me

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

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