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

Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony

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

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

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

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

The physical presence of a female, form of a
why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought 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
Death wish for no whether Catholic or Christian

Listen, I went through, mama 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 a deck of cards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Start wavin' my emboies cases get the droppin'
(C'mon)
Like if it's down the corner, I got too pride 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 world turns, lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak parish

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

I wonder if you mad, I'm doin' good
Or 'cause niggaz feelin' me more than you in own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and don't love you back
'Cause they know you just rappin' and you don't 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 about me nigga
I'm in the of all kinds of shit
Pussy, get it poppin'

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