Luyện nghe bài hát Eminem - 8 Mile

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

1

Sometimes I feel like, quittin,
I still mic, why do I put up fight, why do I still write,
Sometimes it's enough just dealing with real life,
Sometimes I just wanna jump on and just kill mic's,
And show these people my level of skill's like,
But I'm still white, I just hate life,
ain't right, hit the brake lights,
Case of this stage fright, draw on the plane

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

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

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

2

Walking these train tracks to regain back,
The I have before I go back to the same crap,
To the plant, in the same pants,
Trying to rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,
Gotta get a new plan, gotta new man,
Poor little sister, she don't understand,
Sits in front of the tv, buries her in the pad,
And just until the crayon get dull in her hand,
While she colours her big brother and mother and dad
no telling what really goes on in her little head,
Wish that I could be the daddy neither one of us had,
But I keep running from I never wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, I ain't blew up yet,
Its like I grew up but I grown up to nuts yet,
Dont got a rep, my step, got enough pep,
The pressures too much man I'm just to do what's best,
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont her why,
Not a moment goes by I look right at the sky,
Please I'm you god,
Please don't let me be fishin holding no job,
Yo I hope you will be home, whereva you are,
Yo I'm telling you dog, I'm bailing trailer tomorrow,
Tell my I love her, kiss baby sister 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, back to this 8 road...

3

You got to live it to it, you didn't then you wouldn't get it,
see what the big deal is, why wasn't and still is,
To be this 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,
Who's on the same pedestal as me,
The chaque still unsigned, a rough time,
Sit on the with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes,
Go to work and serve in the lunch line,
But when it comes time, where do my punch lines go,
Who I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know,
Or am I just another the bucket
Cause I ain't having no luck this little rappers so fuck it
I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit,
I'm feeling a little who I hang out with,
I look a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit,
At the salvation army trying to an outfit,
And it's cold trying to travel road,
Plus I feel like I'm always in this batteling mode,
My defenses are so up one thing don't want it pity no one,
This city is no fun, there is no sun and so dark,
Sometimes I just feel like, I'm pulled a-part,
each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends,
Its enough to make me wanna jump out of my skin,
Sometimes I just feel a robot, sometimes I just know not,
What I'm I just blow my head as a stove top,
I explode, the kettle gets so hot,
Sometimes my mouth overloads the acid, I don't got,
But I learned it's for me to u-turn,
Yo it only one time for me to get burned,
Aint no callin her next time I a new girl,
I can no play stupid or be immature,
I got every ingredient all I is the courage,
Like I already got the beat all I is the word,
Uh uh got the urge, suddenly a surge,
Suddenly a new of energy hits the curve,
Time to these free world leaders, three and the third,
I am no longer now, I'm free as a bird,
Then I turn and cross the medium curve,
Hit the burbs and run and see it's a blur, 8 mile road...