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  • Текст песни Jay-Z - 8 Milles And Running

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    [Jay-Z]
    Yeah, Renegades is back
    M 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]
    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

    [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: 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'

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