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Musica You Gon’ Learn - Eminem (feat. Royce Da 5'9' and White Gold)
Informações

Artista / Banda: Eminem
Nome da Música:You Gon’ Learn
Gênero Músical: Hip Hop / Rap
Ano de Lançamento: 2020
Tamanho do Arquivo: 9.39 MB
Formato do Arquivo: Mp3
Qualidade: 320 kbps
País de Origem: Estados Unidos
Idioma: Inglês

Informações Sobre o Arista / Banda: Music to Be Murdered By é o décimo primeiro álbum de estúdio do rapper norte-americano Eminem. Assim como seu álbum anterior, Kamikaze (2018), o álbum foi lançado sem anúncio prévio pela Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records e Shady Records em 17 de janeiro de 2020. O álbum foi produzido por Dr. Dre e Eminem, juntamente com outros produtores, e conta com colaborações com Black Thought, Q-Tip, Juice Wrld, Ed Sheeran, Young M.A, Skylar Grey, Don Toliver, Anderson Paak e Royce da 5’9″, entre outros. Juntamente com o álbum, Eminem também lançou um videoclipe para “Darkness”, dirigido por James Larese.

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Letra da Música

Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn

I’m a product of properly hoppin’ up out of that poverty
Profitin’ all for coppin’ and swappin’
That property out for a possible monopoly
Try not to adopt my father’s old philosophies
Same time I’m prayin’ to God
That everything works out at his colonoscopy
I’m walkin’ across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
While the demons comin’ out of me
Wifey’s on the side of me talkin’ sense into me
Without she, I feel incomplete mentally
She’s been sent to me
Right there since ‘9-6, worse nightmare to side chicks
Some things are just meant to be
This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Y’all call this fame
I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
Targettin’ my kids and babies through population
And gun control
Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
If y’all against talk and reparation
Then I’m not against the thought of separation
While the politicians that are white and privileged
Ask how is this different from segregation
That’s funny bro
The segregation is bein’ told where I’m gonna go
Separation is bein’ woke and goin’ wherever I wanna go

Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn

Never sold dope, from the gold rope
Wanted one though, they were so dope (Yeah)
Was a have-not (Yeah) ’cause my pockets (Uh)
Didn’t have knots, I was so broke
On my last rock, for my slingshot
Better haul ass, don’t be no slow poke (Nope)
Through the tall grass, run your ass off (Yeah)
Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it’s ’bout to fuzz
Like a lint roller they wait ’til it’s late
They will tiptoe
Through your living room window
Take your Nintendo and then skate
Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
Little boy, you’re never gonna get no rope chain
Get your shit stole, and your lip swole
I became bitter
As I got a little bit older, my hate
Was making me get cold
And began to get a chipped shoulder
Started to spit vulgar
My ZIP code had been skid row
But I ate every single beat
That I spit over, the shithole I escaped
Then I began to explode, detonate
Now the Eastside went schizo
Thought my name was B-side
‘Cause they flipped over my tape
And I won’t hesitate
To get ’em all bent so outta shape
Oh shit, bro, hold up, wait
I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
And I’m not gonna let up, treat the paper
Like I’m chopping a letter
Dre’ll tell you how I shred
So when you refer to the guy next to the doc
You meant shredder
Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I
Got several bounties from feds in every county
I’m with a gal at a Checkers wiling
Bumping “Fuck Da Police” while I fed her Rally’s
This shit is like Romper Room
Why do I feel responsible for these kids?
All of whom I’m a father to
I’m a God to you
Y’all better worship the water I walk on
Or y’all gonna meet your Waterloo
I get to flippin’ the mic’ as a murder weapon
I’m poppin’ an extra clip, then cock and shoot
Then I’m popping
Do not let me catch you slippin’
I will pop up and I’ll take a spot from you
I’ll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
But I ain’t talkin’ drip when I say
That I’ll get the drop on you
Singin’ fuck all of you in Autotune
I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear
Yeah, shit is gettin’ to where
I can barely even sit in a chair
I bust my ass for this shit and I swear
It ain’t even worth dissing someone so offbeat
That they can’t even figure out where their words
Should hit the kick and the snare

Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn

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