谁有8英里里eminem最后在舞台上的说唱歌词

谁有8英里里eminem最后在舞台上的说唱歌词

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Now everybody from the 313

Put your mothefucking hands up and follow me

Everybody from the 313

Put your mothefucking hands up

Look Look

Now while he stands tough

Notice that this man did not had his hands up

This free world got you gased up

Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf

1, 2, 3 and to the 4

1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4

4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1

You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none

This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,

I know everything he's got to say against me,

I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom,

My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.

I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots

himself in the leg with his own gun,

I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps

And Wink did fuck my girl,

I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"

Don't ever try to judge me dude

You don't know what the fuck i've been through

But i know something about you

You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school

What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?

This guy's a gangster, he's real name's Clarence

And Clarence lives at home with both parents

And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage

This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook

'Cause there no such things as half-way crooks

He's scared to death

He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook

Fuck the beat, i go acapella

Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody

Fuck y'all if you doubt me

I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly

And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,

Here, tell these people something they dont know about me.

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It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway.)

Sometimes I just feel like

Quittin I still might

Why do I put up this fight?

Why do I still write?

Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life

Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics

And show these people what my level of skill's like

But I'm still white

Sometimes I just hate life

Somethin ain't right

Hit the breaklights

In case of the stage fright

Drawin' a Blank like

(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My insides crawl)

And I clam up (SMASH!)

I just slam shut

I just can't do it

My whole manhood's just been stripped

I've just been ripped

So I must been dipped

Or the bustin split

Man f**k this shit yo

I'm goin the f**k home

Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.

(Chorus)

I'm a man

I'ma make a new plan

Time for me to stand up and travel new land

Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands

Once I'm over these tracks man

I'ma never look back

(8 Mile Rd.)

And I'm gone

I don't like where I'm goin

Sorry mama I've grown

I must travel alone

Ain't no followin no footsteps

I'm makin my own

Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.

Walkin these traintracks

Tryin to regain back the spirit I have

'Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)

To the same plant

And the same pants

Tryin to chase rap

Gotta move A.S.A.P.

Get a new plan

Mama's got a new man

Poor little baby sister

She don't understand

Sits in front of the TV, bury's her nose in the pad

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

While she colors her big brother, her mother, and dad

Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head

Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had

But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad

Sometimes I get upset

Cuz I ain't blew up yet

It's like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yet

Don't gotta rap my step

Don't got enough pep

The pressure's too much man

I'm just tryin to do what's best

And I try

Sit alone and I cry

Yo I won't tell a lie

Not a moment goes by

That I don't pray to the sky

Please I'm beggin you God

Please don't let me be pigeon holdin on regular job

Yo I hope you can hear me hommie

Wherever you are

Yo I'm tellin you dog

I'm bailin this trailor tomorrow

Tell my mother I love her

Kiss baby sister goodbye

Say whenever you need me baby

I'm never too far

But yo, I gotta get out there

The only way I know

And I'ma do that for you

On the second that I blow

On everything I own

I'll make it on my own

Off to work I go

Back to this 8 Mile Rd.

(Chorus)

Ya gotta live it to feel it

If you didn't you wouldn't get it

We'll see what the big deal is

Why it wasn't, it still is

To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit

It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of authenticity

You'd never even see

But it's everything to me

It's my credibility

You've never seen, heard, smell, or met an MC

Who's incredible and on the same pedistool as me

But check

Still unsigned

Havin a rough time

Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes

Go to work

And servin MC's in the lunch line

But when it come's crunch time

Where do my punch lines go?

Who must I show?

To bust my flow?

Where must I go?

Who must I know?

Or am I just another crab in the bucket

Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so f**k it

Maybe I need a new outlit

I'm startin to doubt shit

I'm feelin a little scepticle

Of who I hang out with

I look like a bum

Yo my clothes ain't about shit

At the Salvation Army

Tryin to salvage and outfit

And it's cold

Tryin to travel this road

Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode

My defenses are so up

And one thing I don't want

Is pity from no one

The city is no fun

There is no sun

And it's so dark

Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart

Being torn in my limbs

By each one of my friends

Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin

Sometimes I feel like a robot

Sometimes I just know not what I'm doin

I just blow

My head is a stove top

I just explode

The kettle gets so hot

Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got

But I've learned

It's time for me to U-Turn

Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt

Ain't no fallin

No next time

Imeet a new girl

I can no longer play stupid

Or be immature

I've got every ingredient

All I need is the courage

Like I already got to beat

All I need is the words

Got the urge

Suddenly its a search

Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured

Time to show these free world leaders

Three in the third

I am no longer scared now

I'm free as a bird

And I turn and cross over

The median curb

Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.

第一场：

[对手]

Check this out

Check this out

Yo, this guys a choke-artist

Ya catch a bad one

Ya better off shootin ya-self wit Popa Doc's handgun

Climbin up this mountain, ya weak

I leave ya lost witout a paddle, floatin shit's creek

You ain't Detroit, I'm the D

You tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docks

Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't ya type

Take some real advice

And form a group with Vanilla Ice

And what I tell ya

Ya better use it

This guy's a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson music

Trailer trash

I choke ya till ya last breath

And have ya lookin foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot his-self

Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that

Cuz you follow Future, like he got carrots up his asscrack

And when you act it up, that's when you got jacked up

And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up

I crack ya shoulderblade

You'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his grave

I don't know why they left you out in the dark

Ya need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park

(Crowd Cheers)

[Eminem]

This guy raps like his parents jerked him

He sounds like Eric Sermon

The generic version

This whole crowd looks suspicious

It's all dudes in here

Except for these bitches

So I'm a German ay?

That's ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braids

These leaders of the Free World rookies

Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies

Talkin bout shit's creek, bitch you can be a piss creek

Wit paddles this deep

Ya still gonna sink

Your a disgrace

Ya they call me Rabbit

This is a turtle race

He can't get wit me spittin this shit

Wickedy Lickety shot

Spicious spickety split Lickety

So I'ma turn around wit a great smile

And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile

(Crowd cheers)

第二场

[对手]

We rollin muthafuckaz

What's goin on baby?

Yo it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all

Sick of this muthafucka

(Rip it Lotto, rip it baby rip it, yeah) Check this shit out

Huhhh huhhh

I'll spit a racial slur honkey sue me

This shit is a horror flick

But a black guy doesn't die in this movie

Fuckin wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddin

That makes me believe, you really don't have an interest in livin

You think these niggas gone feel the shit you say?

I got a better chance joinin the KKK

On some real shit though, I like you

That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to

Fuck Lotto? Call me ya leader

I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver

I used to like that show

Noe you got me in fightback mode

But oh well if ya gotta go then ya gotta go

I hate to do this

I would love for this shit to last

So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass

And alls well that ends ok

So I'll end this shit

Wit a fuck you, but, have a nice day

(Crowd cheers)

[Eminem]

Ward

I think you were a little hard on the Beaver

So was Eddie Haskal

Wally and Ms. Cleaver

This guy keeps screamin, he's paranoid

Quick, someone get his ass another steroid!

Blabbedy bloom blah, blum blabbedy bloom blah

I ain't hear a word you said, hibitit hoopla!

Is that a tanktop or a new bra?

Look, Snoop Dogg, just got a fuckin boob job

Did you listen to the last round meathead?

Pay attention, ya sayin the same shit that he said (I'ma fuck you up)

Matta fact dog, here's a pencil

Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful

And don't come back until somethin dope hits you

Fuck it

You can take the Mic home wich you

Lookin like a cyclone hit you

Tanktop screamin, "Lotto I don't fit you"

You see how far them white jokes get you

Boys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you?

My motto:

Fuck Lotto

I get the 7 digits from ya mother for a dollar tomorrow

第三场

[Eminem]

Now everybody from the 3-1-3

Put ya muthafuckin hands up and follow me

Everybody from the 3-1-3

Put ya muthafuckin hands up

Look look

Now while he stands tough

Notice that this man did not have his hands up

This Free World's got ya gased up

Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

1, 2, 3 and to the 4

1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4

4pac, 3pac, 2pac's, 1

Your Pac, he's Pac, No Pac's, None

This guy aint no muthafuckin MC

I know everything he's got to say against me

I am white

I am a fuckin bum

I do live in the trailer wit my mom

My boy future is an Uncle Tom

I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun

I did get jumped

By all 6 of you chumps

And Wink did fuck my girl

I'm still standin here screamin fuck the Free World!

Don't ever try to judge me dude

Cuz you don't know what the fuck I been through

But I know somethin about you

You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school

What's the matter dog you embarrassed?

This guys a gangster? His real name's Clarence

And Clarence lives at home with both parents

And Clarence parents have a real good marriage

This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook

Cuz ain't no such things as Half Way Crooks!

He's scared to death

He's scared to look

At his fuckin yearbook

Fuck Cranbook

Fuck a beat, I go acapella

Fuck a Popa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer fuck everybody

Fuck yall if you doubt me, I'ma piece of fuckin white trash I say it proudly

And fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie

Here, tell these people somethin they don't know about me

(Crowd cheers)

最后三场的词我都给找来了。