八英里的台词
Check this out. Check this out.Yo! This guy's a choke artist!You catch a bad one, you better off shootin' yourself with Papa Doc's handgun Climbin' up this mountain You're weak, I leaveyou lost without a paddleFloatin'up shit's creek You ain't Detroit, I'm the D'You the new kid on the block 'bout to get smacked back to the boondocksFuckin' Nazi Your squad ain't your type Take some real adviceAnd form a group with Vanilla IceAnd what I tell you You better use it This guy's a hillbillyThis ain't Willie Nelson musicTrailertrash, I'll choke you to your last breath And have you look foolishLike Cheddar Bobwhen he shot himself Silly RabbitI knowwhythey call you that 'Causeyou follow FutureLike he got carrots up his ass crackAnd when you acted up That's when you got jacked up and act stupidLike Tina Turner when she got smacked upI crackyour shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hardThat Elvis'll start turnin' in his graveNow I knowwhythey left you out in the darkTake your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer parkOh, no, oh! Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay.Very nice, very nice! Let me get that mike, man! Pretty good, pretty good!Hip-hop 1 01! Hey, Bunny Rabbit! It's your turn, baby!Forty-five seconds! Let this motherfucker feel it!A'ight?! Yo, D!J!, spin that shit!阿姆：Hey, yo!This guy raps like his parents jerked him He sounds like Erick SermonYou want a German, eh That's okay, you look like a fuckin' worm with braidsThese Leadaz Of Tha Free World rookies LookieHow could six dicks be pussiesTalkin'bout shit's creek Bitch,you could be up piss creek with paddlesThis deep You're still gonna sink You're a disgraceYeah, they call me Rabbit. This is a turtle raceHe can't get with me spittin' this shit wickedly lyckety-shot- A spick-a-spickety, Split-Lickety - Oh, no, no!I'm gonna turn around with a smile and walk mywhite ass back across 8 Mile别忘了采纳
阿姆八英里最后说的那段RAP歌词
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
有谁知道<<8英里>>里面最后决斗的那首说唱叫什么??
[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.
