Luyện nghe bài hát Eminem - 8 Mile

It's ok, ok, let the world get back this day

1

Sometimes I just like, quittin,
I still mic, why do I put up fight, why do I still write,
Sometimes it's hard just dealing with real life,
Sometimes I just jump on stage and just kill mic's,
And show these people what my of skill's like,
But I'm white, sometimes I just hate life,
Something right, hit the brake lights,
Case of this stage fright, draw on the flight

but I might fall,
It ain't my fault my balls'
My crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I just do it,
My whole man-hoods, been stripped,
I've just been picked so I must then get on the bus split,
Man fuck this shit, yo I'm going the home,
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 road...

I'm a man, I'm a a new plan,
Time for me to stand up and travel new land,
Time to leave and take matters into my own hands,
Once I'm over these track man I'm a never back,

And I'm gone and I know where I'm goin,
Sorry I'm grown, I must travel alone,
no followin footsteps, I'm making my own,
Only way that I know how to escape from, this 8 road...

2

Walking train tracks trying to regain back,
The spirit I have before I go back to the crap,
To the plant, in the same pants,
Trying to chase rap, gotta a.s.a.p,
get a new plan, momma's gotta new man,
Poor baby sister, she don't understand,
Sits in of the tv, buries her nose in the pad,
And just colours the crayon get dull in her hand,
While she just her big brother and mother and dad
no telling what really goes on in her little head,
Wish that I could be the daddy that one of us had,
But I keep running from something I wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't up yet,
Its like I grew up but I ain't up to nuts yet,
got a rep, my step, don't got enough pep,
The pressures too much man I'm just trying to do best,
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I tell her why,
Not a goes by that I look right at the sky,
I'm begging you god,
Please don't let me be holding no regular job,
Yo I hope you will be home, whereva you are,
Yo I'm telling you dog, I'm this trailer tomorrow,
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby goodbye,
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm to far,
But yo I gotta get out there, the way I know,
And I'm a be for you the second that I blow,
On I own, I'll make it on my own,
Off to work I go, to this 8 mile road...

3

You got to live it to feel it, you then you wouldn't get it,
see what the big deal is, why wasn't and still is,
To be walking borderline of detroit city limits,
Its in it, a certain significant of certificate
Of authenticity, you'd never even see but everything to me,
Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, a meda ta mc,
incredable on the same pedestal as me,
The chaque still unsigned, having a time,
Sit on the with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,
Go to and serve mc's in the lunch line,
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punch go,
Who I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,
Or am I just another grabbing the
Cause I ain't no luck with this little rappers so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm to doubt shit,
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I out with,
I look like a bum, yo my ain't about shit,
At the army trying to salvage an outfit,
And it's cold to travel this road,
Plus I feel like I'm stuck in this batteling mode,
My defenses are so up one thing don't it pity from no one,
This city is no fun, is no sun and it's so dark,
Sometimes I feel like, I'm being pulled a-part,
From each one of my limbs, by one of my friends,
Its enough to make me just wanna out of my skin,
Sometimes I just feel like a robot, I just know not,
What I'm doing I just blow my head as a top,
I just explode, the kettle so hot,
my mouth just overloads the acid, I don't got,
But I it's time for me to u-turn,
Yo it takes one time for me to get burned,
Aint no callin her time I need a new girl,
I can no play stupid or be immature,
I got every all I need is the courage,
I already got the beat all I need is the word,
Uh uh got the urge, suddenly a surge,
a new burst of energy hits the curve,
Time to these free world leaders, three and the third,
I am no longer scared now, I'm as a bird,
I turn and cross over the medium curve,
Hit the burbs and run and see it's a blur, 8 mile road...