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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Banks, Tony Yayo

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

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

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

Artillary that's as long as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty Cal 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'
they thought they'd catch me slippin'

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

Listen, I went through, bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With cause, papa 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 take me out the 'hood, but can't the 'hood out me
('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm
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 me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the one seller in the whole fuckin' country

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

I'll make your money
Cook me in soda
I'll turn your into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your

your family, turn your man to a hater
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 tryin' to 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
me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you

The shells hit you, you
Think I'm I mean it
Man, I done all these pistols
Let's get it

Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the
(C'mon)
Like if it's down the corner, I got too much to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin', I'm
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, up my weapons
I'm for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish

I told you before, hoes they compliment me now "50 nice chain"
Belagio, grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't gotta watch 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 you love 'em and they don't love you back
'Cause they know you rappin' and you don't bust a gat

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

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

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