有谁知道<<8英里>>里面最后决斗的那首说唱叫什么??
8 mile 会战决赛=====8 Mile Freestyle Pt.III vs Papa Doc Lyrics======== 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 have his hands up This free world got you gassed 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. 现在每个来自313的朋友，把你他妈的手都举起来，跟着我。
每个来自313的朋友，把你们他妈的手都举起来，跟着我。
好，看着吧
他看起来是一流，可是他没有举起手。
自由世界可真是难对付，可谁又会害怕一群矮子呢。
1 2 3 4 1帕克 2帕克 3帕克 4 4帕克 3帕克 2帕克 1 你是帕克，他是帕克，根本就都不是。
他们根本就不是地道的MC
我知道他要对我说的每一件事情
我是个白人，我是个他妈的小混混 ，我也确实和我妈妈住在拖车里
我的朋友“夫邱”有点像汤姆大叔， 我也有个傻乎乎的朋友叫言特.鲍勃
是的，他向他的大腿开枪。
我说你们6个人怎么都哑巴了
（特指自由世界的人，一行7人，其中一个是女人） 是的，韦克干了我的女人
但是我还要站在这里草你们自由世界的人
你不要随便评论别人
你不知道我他妈的想什么
但是我知道一些关于你的事情
在上公立学校时有过不光彩的表现
怎么了
老兄
你感到迷惑了吗
这家伙是帮派里的， 他和父母住在一起， 他们真的是有个很美满的婚姻。
他想去会战，他很清楚， 因为他知道这样的事情并不容易
他看起来很害怕， 他的什么书
操你的书
操这个会战，我有很多朋友
操爸爸道克（就是被他骂的那个黑人）操钟表 操拖车 操每个人 操你们所有的人如果你们不相信我 我是他妈的一堆白色垃圾 如果你说崇拜我 操这个会战，我根本不想赢
好了，在这你和大家说说一些关于我的他们不知道的事情
8英里eminem最后在舞台上的说唱歌词
[Lickety Split] This guy's a choke artist Ya catch a bad one Your better off shootin yourself With Papa Doc's handgun Climbin up this mountain your weak Ill leave you lost without a paddle Floatin shits creek You ain't Detroit, Im the D Your the new kid on the block Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't your type Take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice And what I tell you, you better use it This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie Nelson music Trailor trash, Ill choke you to your last breath And have you lookin foolish Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that Cause you follow Future like you got carrots up his asscrack And when you actin up thats when you got jacked up And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up Ill crack your shoulder blade Youll get dropped so hard Elvis will start turnin in his grave I dont know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile To the trailor park [Rabbit] This guy raps like his parents jerked him He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version This whole crowd looks suspicious Its all dudes in here, except for these bitchs So Im a German, Eh Thats 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 shits creek Ho, you could be up piss creek With paddles this deep Your still gonna sink Your a disgrace Yeah, they call me Rabbit This is a turtle race He can't get with me spittin this shit Wickedly lickety shot Spickety spickety split lickety So Im gonna turn around with a great smile And walk my white ass back across 8 mile! [Lotto] Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all. I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out! Yo! I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me! This shit is a horror flick, but a black guy doesn't die in this movie! Fuckin' wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin! That makes me believe you really don't have an interest in livin! You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say? I got a better chance joining 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 your leader I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It to Beaver I used to like that show, now you got me in ‘fight back’ mode But oh well, if you gotta go, then you 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 all's well that ends ok? So I'll end this shit with a Fuck you, but have a nice day! [Rabbit] 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! Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity blooh blah! I ain't hear a word you said, hipidy hooblah! Is that a tank top, or a new bra? Look Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boob job! Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head? Pay attention, you're saying the same shit that he said! Matter fact, dog here's a pencil Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful, And don't come back until something dope hits you Fuck it! You can take the mic home with you! Looking like a cyclone hit you, Tank top screamin', Lotto, I don't fit you! You see how far them white jokes get you? Boys like “How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?” My motto: Fuck Lotto! I’ll get the 7 digits from your mother for a dolla' tomorrow![Rabbit] Now everybody from the 313 Put your mother fucking hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your mother fucking hands up…look, look Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up This free world's got you gassed up Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, 4 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pacs, 1 You're Pac, he's Pac, No Pac; none This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC, I know everything he's ‘bout to say against me, I am white, I am a fucking 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 his leg with his own gun, I did get jumped, by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standin here screamin FUCK THE FREE WORLD! Don't never 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 embarrassed? 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 ain’t no such things as half-way crooks' He's scared to death, he's scared to look In his fucking yearbook, fuck Cranbrook Fuck a beat, I go a cappella 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 outtie, Here, tell these people something they don’t know about me.
8英里 求papa doc的那段说唱歌词~
your lyrics are shit like when i cop a squatwho told you could fuck with the mighty papa docfor steppin'on his stage i should rock your knotdon't get too close or you might get shotyo,nigga,call your mama and tell her come to get youand if she knew him she could bring your midget pops with heri put a hole in your head like a 12 gauge lookin'like KRIS KROSS jiggity-jump your ass on stagecause i'm a grown man,son i'll slaughters you,make your ma wish that her fat ass aborted you.
谁有8英里里eminem最后在舞台上的说唱歌词
第一场：[对手]Check this outCheck this outYo, this guys a choke-artistYa catch a bad oneYa better off shootin ya-self wit Popa Doc's handgunClimbin up this mountain, ya weakI leave ya lost witout a paddle, floatin shit's creekYou ain't Detroit, I'm the DYou tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docksFuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't ya typeTake some real adviceAnd form a group with Vanilla IceAnd what I tell yaYa better use itThis guy's a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson musicTrailer trashI choke ya till ya last breathAnd have ya lookin foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot his-selfSilly Rabbit, I know why they call you thatCuz you follow Future, like he got carrots up his asscrackAnd when you act it up, that's when you got jacked upAnd left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked upI crack ya shoulderbladeYou'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his graveI don't know why they left you out in the darkYa need to take your white ass back across 8 to the trailer park(Crowd Cheers)[Eminem]This guy raps like his parents jerked himHe sounds like Eric SermonThe generic versionThis whole crowd looks suspiciousIt's all dudes in hereExcept for these bitchesSo I'm a German ay?That's ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braidsThese leaders of the Free World rookiesLookie, how can 6 dicks be pussiesTalkin bout shit's creek, bitch you can be a piss creekWit paddles this deepYa still gonna sinkYour a disgraceYa they call me RabbitThis is a turtle raceHe can't get wit me spittin this shitWickedy Lickety shotSpicious spickety split LicketySo I'ma turn around wit a great sAnd walk my white ass back across 8 (Crowd cheers)第二场[对手]We rollin muthafuckazWhat's goin on baby?Yo it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for allSick of this muthafucka(Rip it Lotto, rip it baby rip it, yeah) Check this shit outHuhhh huhhhI'll spit a racial slur honkey sue meThis shit is a horror flickBut a black guy doesn't die in this movieFuckin wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddinThat makes me believe, you really don't have an interest in livinYou think these niggas gone feel the shit you say?I got a better chance joinin the KKKOn some real shit though, I like youThat's why I wanna have to be the one you commit suicide toFuck Lotto? Call me ya leaderI feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It To BeaverI used to like that showNoe you got me in fightback modeBut oh well if ya gotta go then ya gotta goI hate to do thisI would love for this shit to lastSo I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my assAnd alls well that ends okSo I'll end this shitWit a fuck you, but, have a nice day(Crowd cheers)[Eminem]WardI think you were a little hard on the BeaverSo was Eddie HaskalWally and Ms. CleaverThis guy keeps screamin, he's paranoidQuick, someone get his ass another steroid!Blabbedy bloom blah, blum blabbedy bloom blahI 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 jobDid 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 pencilGo home, write some shit, make it suspensefulAnd don't come back until somethin dope hits youFuck itYou can take the Mic home wich youLookin like a cyclone hit youTanktop screamin, Lotto I don't fit youYou see how far them white jokes get youBoys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you?My motto:Fuck LottoI get the 7 digits from ya mother for a dollar tomorrow第三场[Eminem]Now everybody from the 3-1-3Put ya muthafuckin hands up and follow meEverybody from the 3-1-3Put ya muthafuckin hands upLook lookNow while he stands toughNotice that this man did not have his hands upThis Free World's got ya gased upNow who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf1, 2, 3 and to the 41pac, , 3pac, 44pac, 3pac, 's, 1Your Pac, he's Pac, No Pac's, NoneThis guy aint no muthafuckin MCI know everything he's got to say against meI am whiteI am a fuckin bumI do live in the trailer wit my momMy boy future is an Uncle TomI do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots himself in his leg with his own gunI did get jumpedBy all 6 of you chumpsAnd Wink did fuck my girlI'm still standin here screamin fuck the Free World!Don't ever try to judge me dudeCuz you don't know what the fuck I been throughBut I know somethin about youYou went to Cranbrook, that's a private schoolWhat's the matter dog you embarrassed?This guys a gangster? His real name's ClarenceAnd Clarence lives at home with both parentsAnd Clarence parents have a real good marriageThis guy don't wanna battle, he's shookCuz ain't no such things as Half Way Crooks!He's scared to deathHe's scared to lookAt his fuckin yearbookFuck CranbookFuck a beat, I go acapellaFuck a Popa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer fuck everybodyFuck yall if you doubt me, I'ma piece of fuckin white trash I say it proudlyAnd fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtieHere, tell these people somethin they don't know about me(Crowd cheers)最后三场的词我都给找来了。
谁有8英里里eminem最后在舞台上的说唱歌词翻译
最后一段battle的剪辑有中文翻译挺准的
有谁知道<<8英里>>里面最后决斗的那首说唱叫什么??
没有名字的 是freestyle 直接down电影下来截下来吧 最后的那段battle真的是很经典
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