Luyện nghe bài hát Eminem - 8 Mile

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

1

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

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

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

And I'm gone and I know right I'm goin,
momma I'm grown, I must travel alone,
Aint no followin footsteps, I'm my own,
Only way I know how to escape from, this 8 mile road...

2

Walking these train trying to regain back,
The spirit I before I go back to the same crap,
To the same plant, in the pants,
Trying to chase rap, move a.s.a.p,
Gotta get a new plan, momma's new man,
Poor little sister, she don't understand,
in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad,
And just until the crayon get dull in her hand,
While she just colours her big brother and and dad
There's no what really goes on in her little head,
that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had,
But I keep running something I never wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, cause I blew up yet,
Its like I grew up but I grown up to nuts yet,
got a rep, my step, don't got enough pep,
The pressures too much man I'm trying to do what's best,
And I try, sit and I cry, yo I wont tell her why,
Not a moment goes by that I 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 getting home, 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 back for you the second I blow,
On everything I own, I'll it on my own,
Off to I go, back to this 8 mile road...

3

You got to it to feel it, you didn't then you wouldn't get it,
Well see what the big is, why wasn't and still is,
To be walking this borderline of city limits,
Its in it, a certain significant of certificate
Of authenticity, you'd never even see but it's to me,
Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a ta mc,
Who's on the same pedestal as me,
The chaque still unsigned, having a time,
Sit on the porche with all my friends and kick rhymes,
Go to work and mc's in the lunch line,
But when it crunch time, where do my punch lines go,
Who must I show, to bust my flow, must I go, who must I know,
Or am I just another the bucket
Cause I ain't having no luck with this little rappers so it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to shit,
I'm feeling a little who I hang out with,
I look a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit,
At the army trying to salvage an outfit,
And cold trying to travel this road,
Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in batteling mode,
My defenses are so up one don't want it pity from 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 to make me just wanna jump out of my skin,
Sometimes I just feel like a robot, sometimes I just not,
What I'm I just blow my head as a stove top,
I just explode, the kettle so hot,
Sometimes my mouth just 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 her next time I need a new girl,
I can no longer 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, it's a surge,
a new burst of energy hits the curve,
Time to show these world leaders, three and the third,
I am no longer now, I'm free as a bird,
Then I and cross over the medium curve,
Hit the burbs and run and see a blur, this 8 mile road...