Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mile Road (g-unit Remix)

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Yayo

This rap shit plays a major of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the
To a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit, and I ain't stoppin' to my poppin'

Swimmin' in barrels of
Ma could walk around a head up
And challenge you
It's funny, rather see you sufferin' and hungry

I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with nigga's money
You lyin' your ass off, you you ain't that tough
I'm pullin' mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the game

Artillary that's as long as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty Cal under my pillow, condom my semen

The physical presence of a female, of a demon
why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut I'm breathin'
'Cause they they'd catch me slippin'

Now I'm duckin' and
That's a thousand outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', more records get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether or Christian

Listen, I went through, mama bitchin' in and out the
With cause, papa was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still respect ours
We got more five's and nines than a deck of cards

You can me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me
('Cause what?)
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggaz hate you do good

But you broke, your friends and your enemies
They you, they love you
"Chi Chi, get the llello"
me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail

"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me crack
(Tony Yayo)
You can sift me, cut me, turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole country

Wallstreet niggaz, cop me on the low
boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but

make your money double
Cook me in baking
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Rover
I'll pay all your and fill your 'frigerator

Feed your family, turn your man to a
Put me in your doorpanels or stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or
If you cop three and a you hustlin' backwards

Cop a hundred
You forwards
You to move more birds
In PA all day, on the corner of

You can me out the 'hood
But take the 'hood out me
(What?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm to get you

The hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I it
Man, I bought all these pistols
get it poppin'

Start wavin' my shell cases get the droppin'
(C'mon)
Like if it's down the corner, I got too much to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket stunnin', I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm and I'm restless

You my contestants
As the turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the will parish

I told you before, they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Belagio, grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop gotta MTV, BET
you see me

I if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
Or niggaz feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you 'em and they don't love you back
'Cause know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat

You pussy, yeah, explain it to niggaz in your hood
know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you
Niggaz know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood

Read the "Daily News"
You see them talkin' me nigga
I'm in the of all kinds of shit
Pussy, let's get it

G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit,
G-G-G-Unit,