Luyện nghe bài hát Eminem - 8 Mile

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

1

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

Call but I fall,
It ain't my fault breaking my
My crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I can't 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,
on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road...

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

And I'm gone and I know where I'm goin,
Sorry momma I'm grown, I 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 have before I go back to the crap,
To the same plant, in the pants,
Trying to chase rap, gotta a.s.a.p,
Gotta get a new plan, momma's new man,
Poor baby sister, she don't understand,
Sits in front of the tv, her nose in the pad,
And just colours until the get dull in her hand,
she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
There's no telling really goes on in her little head,
Wish that I could be the daddy that one of us had,
But I keep running from I never wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, cause I blew up yet,
Its like I grew up but I ain't grown up to yet,
Dont got a rep, my step, got enough pep,
The pressures too man I'm just trying to do what's best,
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I tell her why,
Not a goes by that I look right at the sky,
Please I'm you god,
Please let me be fishin holding no regular job,
Yo I you will be getting home, whereva you are,
Yo I'm telling you dog, I'm bailing this tomorrow,
Tell my mother I love her, kiss sister goodbye,
Say whenever you me baby, I'm never to far,
But yo I gotta get out there, the way I know,
And I'm a be for you the second that I blow,
On everything I own, I'll it on my own,
Off to work I go, back to this 8 road...

3

You got to it to feel it, you didn't then you wouldn't get it,
Well see what the big deal is, why wasn't and is,
To be this borderline of detroit 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,
incredable 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 serve in the lunch line,
But when it crunch time, where do my punch lines go,
Who must I show, to bust my flow, where I go, who must I know,
Or am I just grabbing the bucket
Cause I ain't no luck with this little rappers so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to shit,
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I out with,
I look a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit,
At the salvation 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 thing want it pity from no one,
This is no fun, there is no sun and it's so dark,
Sometimes I feel like, I'm being pulled a-part,
From one of my limbs, by each one of my friends,
Its enough to make me just wanna out of my skin,
Sometimes I just feel like a robot, I just know not,
What I'm doing I just blow my as a stove top,
I just explode, the gets so hot,
Sometimes my mouth just the acid, I don't got,
But I learned time for me to u-turn,
Yo it only takes one for me to get burned,
Aint no callin her time I need a new girl,
I can no longer stupid or be immature,
I got every ingredient all I is the courage,
Like I already got the beat all I 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 scared now, I'm as a bird,
Then I turn and over the medium curve,
Hit the and run and see it's a blur, this 8 mile road...