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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony

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

Swimmin' in of money
Ma walk around wit' a head up
And challenge you
It's funny, niggaz rather see you sufferin' and

I'm hungry as hell, with another nigga's money
You lyin' your ass off, you know you that tough
I'm pullin' your mask off as as you act up
You know what I came for, it the game ball

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

The physical presence of a female, form of a
That's why, I '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 could get my ass in
Death wish for no religion whether or Christian

Listen, I through, mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cop a hundred
You movin'
You to move more birds
In PA all day, on the of Third

You can take me out the
But can't take the out me
(What?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
Picture me pistols, I'm comin' to get you

The shells hit you, you
I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all pistols
Let's get it

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

You know my
As the world turns, there's lessons to be
all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak parish

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

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

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

Read the "Daily News"
You see them talkin' about me
I'm in the middle of all of shit
Pussy, get it poppin'

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