Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Miles And Running

Yeah, Renegades is
Em the B the
Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's 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, when it was now or nothin'
People said I would amount to nothin' that I had talent for

Said I succumb to violence 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, claimin' that they something for him

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

You what? Where was you I blew this 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
Back on the block, 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', feedin' twenty growlin'

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

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

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

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

Set up ya brother 'cuz you nigga, the heat 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 breath, State P the second attack

8 miles and runnin', got my 7th 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' growlin' stomachs

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

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

When niggas would want me, the industry 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 droppin'
And my 8th album comin', a thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
6 and runnin', got my fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' growlin' stomachs

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