Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z f Freeway - 8 Mile Soundtrack

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[Jay-Z]
Yeah, Renegades is back
Em the B the sick
It`s Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let`s go

8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin`
And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs
But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin`
People said I would amount to nothin`, that I had talent for nothin`
Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen
I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"
Now that my eighth album`s comin` everybody`s smilin`
Wantin` something, claimin` that they done something for him
Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform
Claimin` they been runnin` and tellin` everybody like Martin Lawerence
`Bout how hot my rap performance 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 didn`t see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin` us
I didn`t see you in all black when everybody was suitin` up
Back on the block, gettin` it in, there wasn`t no you with us

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin`
And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin`
And my first album comin`, feedin` twenty growlin` stomachs
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin`
And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin`
And my first album comin`, feedin` twenty growlin` stomachs

[Freeway]
6 miles and running in the Pontiac
Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance
Hear them smokers screamin` "One more gram"
So I`ma bring `em one
Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my MOMMA
Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son
My son growin` and he learnin` a lot
That`s when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own
Well a nigga, tell `em niggas
That`s like the biblical scripture
Look back, turn assault like the sin is in
Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq"
Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga
The heat back, like you never left
I ever rep, cops watch every step
Six miles and running dodgin` every trap
The rap gingerbread man, cheer us up
You precious breath, State P the second attack

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin` but love for me
When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me
That`s why I`m takin` all the industry`s money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Young is the illsest, Free is the future
Bean`s and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z f Freeway - 8 Mile Soundtrack * send corrections to the typist [Jay-Z] Yeah, Renegades is back Em the B the sick It`s Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let`s go 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin` And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin` People said I would amount to nothin`, that I had talent for nothin` Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming" Now that my eighth album`s comin` everybody`s smilin` Wantin` something, claimin` that they done something for him Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform Claimin` they been runnin` and tellin` everybody like Martin Lawerence `Bout how hot my rap performance 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 didn`t see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin` us I didn`t see you in all black when everybody was suitin` up Back on the block, gettin` it in, there wasn`t no you with us [Chorus: Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin` And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs, Free [Freeway] 6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin` And my first album comin`, feedin` twenty growlin` stomachs [Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin` And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs, Free [Freeway] 6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin` And my first album comin`, feedin` twenty growlin` stomachs [Freeway] 6 miles and running in the Pontiac Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance Hear them smokers screamin` "One more gram" So I`ma bring `em one Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my MOMMA Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son My son growin` and he learnin` a lot That`s when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own Well a nigga, tell `em niggas That`s like the biblical scripture Look back, turn assault like the sin is in Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq" Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga The heat back, like you never left I ever rep, cops watch every step Six miles and running dodgin` every trap The rap gingerbread man, cheer us up You precious breath, State P the second attack [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin` but love for me When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me That`s why I`m takin` all the industry`s money Revenge is sweet honey, we run this Young is the illsest, Free is the future Bean`s and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 8 Mile Soundtrack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/9747.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z f Freeway » Jay-Z f Freeway - 8 Miles and Running » Jay-Z f Freeway - 8 Mile Soundtrack Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Осин - Качка » Евгений Исакевич - Скоморохи » Ефим Ташлицкий - Я забываю русские слова... » Евгений Белоусов - Забудь меня, забудь » Евгений Костюков - Святочное » Ефим Ташлицкий - Как сладка боль воспоминаний... » Елена Фролова - Путешествие в Рай » Елена Казанцева - У меня к тебе » Евгения Ланцберг - Подряд идут стихи... » Евгений Романов - 31 декабря 1995 года » Евгений Харитонов - Чем от дома дальше мы,тем яснее мыслим... » Екатерина Яровая - Про Родину-мать » Елена Фролова - По дорогам, от мороза звонким... » Е.Неклюдова - Переболела » Евгений Коблик - Осенние птицы » Елена Фролова - Солнце Вечера » Елена Фролова - Романс поэта » Евгений Клячкин - Эрец Исраэль » Евгений Коблик - Весенние сны » Евгения Ланцберг - И замер двор, прохожим околдован...
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