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Текст (слова) песни: Eminem - 8 Mile Runnin



By jay z / freeway

Yeah renegades is back and the beat is sick,

Jay z, freeway, 8 miles,

Lets go...

Verse 1

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin,

And my 8 album coming,

Feedin a thousand growling stomachs,

But I could rewind the counter ta back, back,

When it was now or nothing,

People said I would amount to nothing,

That I had time for nothing,

Said I wasnt from the valers

Or the sellers by your gunman,

I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,

Now that my 8th albums coming,

Everybody smiling wanting something,

Claiming that they done something for em,

Got jay z and pom poms in they whole uniforms,

Claiming they be running and telling everybody like martin lawrence,

About how hot my rap performace was before I was who I was,

Claimin that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what..

Where was you before I blew this up,

I didnt see you in the courtroom when everyone was suein us,

I didnt see you in all black when everybody was suitin up,

Back on the block, kickin it in and it was no you with us,

Chorus

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin,

And my 8 album coming,

Feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...

6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,

And my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made

(repeat)

Verse 2

6 miles and running in the pontiak,

6 thousand 86 trans mic shift,

While the engine run,

Anyone turn around

And give me one more chance,

Let em smoke and scream em one more grams,

So Im a bring them, homie, son and my pop,

Stick close to my momma, keep toasters for drama,

Mix alot with my son, my son growin and he learnin alot,

Thats what Im toastin, thats what Im burin, so pop,

Right on your own, rell em nigga, tell em nigga,

Its like a biblical scripture,

Look back turn to salt like the sinners

And most yall heartless and self-centered

Like me shaggin, me shack,

Set up your brother cause you tell us nigga,

Heat back, uh, like, you never love for never

And cops watch every step, 6 miles and running

Dodge in every trap, the rap ginger bread man,

Cherish every precious breath, stat pick a second gat

Uh..

Chorus

Verse 3

Back when nobody would find me a talent,

Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me,

Nobody but mommy blindly, but how could she deny me,

Me being the youngest friend to come up out of her,

Tell me, she got every love for me,

When niggas would worn me the industry shun me,

Thats why Im taking all the industries money,

Revenge is sweet honey, we run this,

Young is the illest, free is the future,

Beans and bleekers right now,

We can see our 8 miles nigga...

Chorus

 

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