Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mile Runnin

By jay z /

Yeah is back and the beat is sick,
Jay z, freeway, 8 miles,
go...

1
8 miles and running, got my 7 droppin,
And my 8 coming,
Feedin a growling stomachs,
But I could the counter ta back, back,
it was now or nothing,
People I would amount to nothing,
That I had for nothing,
Said I wasn't from the
Or the by your gunman,
I can see the now he got what he had coming,
Now my 8th album's coming,
smiling wanting something,
Claiming that they done for em,
Got jay z and pom in they whole uniforms,
Claiming they be running and telling like martin lawrence,
About how hot my rap performace was I was who I was,
Claimin they threw it up before I threw it up, you what..
was you before I blew this up,
I didn't see you in the courtroom everyone was suein us,
I didn't see you in all when everybody was suitin up,
on the block, kickin it in and it was no you with us,

8 and running, got my 7 album droppin,
And my 8 coming,
Feedin a thousand stomachs, freaks...
6 miles and got my fist straight poppin,
And my first coming feedin 20 promises I made

(repeat)

2

6 and running in the pontiak,
6 86 trans mic shift,
the engine run,
Anyone turn
And me one more chance,
Let em smoke and em one more grams,
So I'm a them, homie, son and my pop,
Stick close to my momma, toasters for drama,
Mix alot with my son, my son and he learnin alot,
Thats what I'm toastin, thats I'm burin, so pop,
Right on own, rell 'em nigga, tell 'em nigga,
Its like a scripture,
Look back turn to salt like the
And most y'all and self-centered
me shaggin, me shack,
Set up your cause you tell us nigga,
Heat back, uh, like, you love for never
And cops watch every step, 6 miles and
Dodge in trap, the rap ginger bread man,
Cherish every precious breath, stat a second gat
Uh..

3

Back when would find me a talent,
Nobody would sign me, nobody in me,
Nobody but mommy blindly, but how could she me,
Me the youngest friend to come up out of her,
Tell me, she got every for me,
niggas would worn me the industry shun me,
That's why I'm all the industries money,
is sweet honey, we run this,
Young is the illest, is the future,
Beans and bleekers now,
We can see our 8 nigga...