Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Miles And Running

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

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

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

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

You what? was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was us
I didn't see you in all when everybody was suitin' 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 growlin' stomachs,
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 album comin', feedin' a growlin' stomachs, Free
6 and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', twenty growlin' stomachs

6 miles and 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 gram so I'ma bring 'em one

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

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

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

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

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs,
6 miles and runnin', got my fist poppin'
And my first album comin', 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 me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me

When would want me, the industry shunned me
That's why I'm all the industry's money, revenge is sweet honey
We run this, is the illest, Free is the future
Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 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' twenty growlin'

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