이중 언어 표시:

("Rap God" by Eminem) 00:00
♪ Look ♪ 00:01
♪ I was gonna go easy on you ♪ 00:02
♪ And not to hurt your feelings ♪ 00:03
♪ But I'm only going to get this one chance ♪ 00:04
♪ Six minutes ♪ 00:08
♪ Something's wrong, I can feel it ♪ 00:09
♪ Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on ♪ 00:11
♪ Just a feeling I've got ♪ 00:12
♪ Like something's about to happen ♪ 00:14
♪ But I don't know what ♪ 00:16
♪ If that means what I think it means ♪ 00:18
♪ We're in trouble, big trouble ♪ 00:19
♪ And if he is as bananas as you say ♪ 00:21
♪ I'm not taking any chances ♪ 00:23
♪ You were just what the doc ordered ♪ 00:24
♪ I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ 00:26
♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ 00:29
♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪ 00:32
♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪ 00:33
♪ They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot ♪ 00:35
♪ But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes ♪ 00:38
♪ I got a laptop in my back pocket ♪ 00:40
♪ My pen'll go off when I half-cock it ♪ 00:42
♪ Got a fat knot from that rap profit ♪ 00:43
♪ Made a living and a killing off it ♪ 00:45
♪ Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office ♪ 00:46
♪ With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack ♪ 00:48
♪ I'm an MC still as honest ♪ 00:50
♪ But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables ♪ 00:51
♪ Killaholic ♪ 00:53
♪ Kill 'em all with ♪ 00:54
♪ This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop ♪ 00:55
♪ You don't really wanna get into a pissing match ♪ 00:57
♪ With this rappidy brat ♪ 00:58
♪ Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac ♪ 00:59
♪ Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yac ♪ 01:01
♪ And at the exact same time, I attempt these ♪ 01:02
♪ Lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that ♪ 01:03
♪ I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table ♪ 01:05
♪ Over the back of a couple of faggots ♪ 01:06
♪ And crack it in half ♪ 01:07
♪ Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to ♪ 01:08
♪ Aftermath after the fact ♪ 01:10
♪ How could I not blow? ♪ 01:11
♪ All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack ♪ 01:13
♪ Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxipad ♪ 01:14
♪ It's actually disastrously bad for the wack ♪ 01:16
♪ While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as ♪ 01:19
♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ 01:21
♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ 01:24
♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪ 01:27
♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪ 01:28
♪ Let me show you maintainin' this shit ♪ 01:30
♪ Ain't that hard, that hard ♪ 01:32
♪ Everybody wants the key and the secret ♪ 01:34
♪ To rap immortality like I have got ♪ 01:35
♪ Well, to be truthful the blueprint's ♪ 01:37
♪ Simply rage and youthful exuberance ♪ 01:38
♪ Everybody loves to root for a nuisance ♪ 01:39
♪ Hit the earth like an asteroid ♪ 01:41
♪ Did nothing but shoot for the moon since ♪ 01:42
♪ Pew! ♪ 01:44
♪ MCs get taken to school with this music ♪ 01:45
♪ 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" ♪ 01:46
♪ Now I lead a new school full of students ♪ 01:48
♪ Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac ♪ 01:49
♪ N.W.A., Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you ♪ 01:52
♪ They got Slim inspired enough to one day grow up ♪ 01:55
♪ Blow up and be in a position ♪ 01:57
♪ To meet Run-DMC and induct them into the ♪ 01:59
♪ Motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ♪ 02:01
♪ Even though I'll walk in the church ♪ 02:03
♪ And burst in a ball of flames ♪ 02:04
♪ Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in ♪ 02:05
♪ Is the alcohol of fame ♪ 02:07
♪ On the wall of shame ♪ 02:08
♪ You fags think it's all a game ♪ 02:10
♪ 'Til I walk a flock of flames ♪ 02:11
♪ Off of a plank and ♪ 02:13
♪ Tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? ♪ 02:14
♪ Little gay-lookin' boy ♪ 02:16
♪ So gay I can barely say it ♪ 02:17
♪ With a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha!) ♪ 02:18
♪ You witnessing a mass-occur) ♪ 02:19
♪ Like you're watching a church gathering ♪ 02:20
♪ Take place, lookin' boy ♪ 02:21
♪ "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" ♪ 02:23
♪ That's all they say, lookin' boy ♪ 02:24
♪ You get a thumbs up, pat on the back ♪ 02:26
♪ And a "way to go" from your label everyday, lookin' boy ♪ 02:27
♪ Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? ♪ 02:29
♪ I got a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy ♪ 02:30
♪ I'ma work for everything I have ♪ 02:32
♪ Never asked nobody for shit ♪ 02:33
♪ Get outta my face, lookin' boy ♪ 02:34
♪ Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable ♪ 02:36
♪ Or keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy ♪ 02:37
♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ 02:39
♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ 02:42
♪ The way I'm racin' around the track ♪ 02:45
♪ Call me NASCAR, NASCAR ♪ 02:46
♪ Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God ♪ 02:48
♪ Kneel before General Zod ♪ 02:51
♪ This planet's Krypton ♪ 02:52
♪ No, Asgard, Asgard ♪ 02:53
♪ So you be Thor and I'll be Odin ♪ 02:55
♪ You rodent, I'm omnipotent ♪ 02:57
♪ Let off then I'm reloadin' ♪ 02:58
♪ Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' ♪ 03:00
♪ And I should not be woken ♪ 03:01
♪ I'm the walking' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head ♪ 03:03
♪ A zombie floatin' ♪ 03:05
♪ But I got your mom deep-throatin' ♪ 03:06
♪ I'm out my Ramen noodle ♪ 03:08
♪ We have nothin' in common, poodle ♪ 03:09
♪ Poodle, I'm a doberman ♪ 03:11
♪ Pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil ♪ 03:12
♪ It's me, my honesty's brutal ♪ 03:14
♪ But it's honestly futile ♪ 03:17
♪ If I don't utilize what I do though ♪ 03:18
♪ For good at least once in a while ♪ 03:20
♪ So I wanna make sure somewhere in this ♪ 03:21
♪ Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to ♪ 03:23
♪ Maybe to try to help get some people through tough times ♪ 03:25
♪ But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ♪ 03:27
♪ 'Cause even you unsigned ♪ 03:29
♪ Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime ♪ 03:31
♪ I know there was a time where once I ♪ 03:33
♪ Was king of the underground ♪ 03:34
♪ But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind ♪ 03:36
♪ So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine ♪ 03:38
♪ Appeal with the skin color of mine ♪ 03:40
♪ You get too big and here they come tryin' to ♪ 03:41
♪ Censor you like that one line ♪ 03:43
♪ I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1 when I ♪ 03:45
♪ Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine ♪ 03:47
♪ Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 ♪ 03:50
♪ See if I get away with it ♪ 03:53
♪ Now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm ♪ 03:55
♪ Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal ♪ 03:56
♪ You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though ♪ 03:59
♪ And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for ♪ 04:01
♪ You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows ♪ 04:04
♪ You write normal? Fuck being normal ♪ 04:06
♪ And I just bought a new raygun from the future ♪ 04:08
♪ Just to come and shoot ya ♪ 04:10
♪ Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad ♪ 04:11
♪ 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad ♪ 04:13
♪ Singin' to a man while he played piano ♪ 04:14
♪ Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special ♪ 04:16
♪ On the cable channel ♪ 04:18
♪ So Ray J went straight to the radio station ♪ 04:19
♪ The very next day ♪ 04:21
♪ "Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you!" ♪ 04:22
♪ Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed ♪ 04:23
♪ J.J. Fad ♪ 04:25
♪ Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human ♪ 04:26
♪ What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman ♪ 04:28
♪ Innovative and I'm made of rubber ♪ 04:29
♪ So that anything you say is ricochetin' ♪ 04:30
♪ Off of me and it'll glue to you and ♪ 04:31
♪ I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating ♪ 04:33
♪ How to give a motherfuckin' audience ♪ 04:34
♪ A feeling like it's levitating, never fading ♪ 04:36
♪ And I know that the haters are forever waiting ♪ 04:37
♪ For the day that they can say I fell off ♪ 04:38
♪ They'll be celebrating ♪ 04:39
♪ 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated ♪ 04:40
♪ I make elevating music, you make elevator music ♪ 04:42
♪ "Oh, he's too mainstream." ♪ 04:43
♪ Well, that's what they do when they get jealous ♪ 04:45
♪ They confuse it ♪ 04:45
♪ "It's not hip hop, it's pop" ♪ 04:46
♪ 'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it ♪ 04:48
♪ With rock, shock rap with Doc ♪ 04:49
♪ Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it ♪ 04:50
♪ "I don't know how to make songs like that" ♪ 04:52
♪ "I don't know what words to use" ♪ 04:53
♪ Let me know when it occurs to you ♪ 04:55
♪ While I'm rippin' any one of these verses ♪ 04:56
♪ That verses you ♪ 04:57
♪ It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you ♪ 04:58
♪ How many verses I gotta murder to ♪ 05:00
♪ Prove that if you were half as nice ♪ 05:01
♪ Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! ♪ 05:03
♪ Ugh, school flunkie, pill junkie ♪ 05:04
♪ But look at the accolades these skills brung me ♪ 05:07
♪ Full of myself, but still hungry ♪ 05:09
♪ I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to ♪ 05:11
♪ And I'm a million leagues above you ♪ 05:14
♪ Ill when I speak in tongues ♪ 05:16
♪ But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you ♪ 05:18
♪ I'm drunk, so Satan, take the fucking wheel ♪ 05:19
♪ I'ma sleep in the front seat ♪ 05:21
♪ Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky, but funky" ♪ 05:23
♪ But in my head there's something ♪ 05:26
♪ I can feel tugging and struggling ♪ 05:27
♪ Angels fight with devils and ♪ 05:29
♪ Here's what they want from me ♪ 05:31
♪ They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate ♪ 05:33
♪ But if you take into consideration ♪ 05:35
♪ The bitter hatred I have ♪ 05:36
♪ Then you may be a little patient ♪ 05:37
♪ And more sympathetic to the situation ♪ 05:38
♪ And understand the discrimination ♪ 05:40
♪ But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? ♪ 05:42
♪ Make lemonade then! ♪ 05:43
♪ But if I can't batter the women ♪ 05:45
♪ How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?! ♪ 05:46
♪ Don't mistake him for Satan ♪ 05:48
♪ It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas ♪ 05:50
♪ And take a vacation to trip a broad ♪ 05:51
♪ And make her fall on her face and ♪ 05:53
♪ Don't be a retard ♪ 05:55
♪ Be a king? Think not ♪ 05:56
♪ Why be a king when you can be a God? ♪ 05:57

Rap God

가수
Eminem
앨범
MMLP2
조회수
1,494,079,954
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가사:

[English]

("Rap God" by Eminem)

♪ Look ♪

♪ I was gonna go easy on you ♪

♪ And not to hurt your feelings ♪

♪ But I'm only going to get this one chance ♪

♪ Six minutes ♪

♪ Something's wrong, I can feel it ♪

♪ Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on ♪

♪ Just a feeling I've got ♪

♪ Like something's about to happen ♪

♪ But I don't know what ♪

♪ If that means what I think it means ♪

♪ We're in trouble, big trouble ♪

♪ And if he is as bananas as you say ♪

♪ I'm not taking any chances ♪

♪ You were just what the doc ordered ♪

♪ I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪

♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪

♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪

♪ They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot ♪

♪ But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes ♪

♪ I got a laptop in my back pocket ♪

♪ My pen'll go off when I half-cock it ♪

♪ Got a fat knot from that rap profit ♪

♪ Made a living and a killing off it ♪

♪ Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office ♪

♪ With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack ♪

♪ I'm an MC still as honest ♪

♪ But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables ♪

♪ Killaholic ♪

♪ Kill 'em all with ♪

♪ This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop ♪

♪ You don't really wanna get into a pissing match ♪

♪ With this rappidy brat ♪

♪ Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac ♪

♪ Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yac ♪

♪ And at the exact same time, I attempt these ♪

♪ Lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that ♪

♪ I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table ♪

♪ Over the back of a couple of faggots ♪

♪ And crack it in half ♪

♪ Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to ♪

♪ Aftermath after the fact ♪

♪ How could I not blow? ♪

♪ All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack ♪

♪ Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxipad ♪

♪ It's actually disastrously bad for the wack ♪

♪ While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪

♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪

♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪

♪ Let me show you maintainin' this shit ♪

♪ Ain't that hard, that hard ♪

♪ Everybody wants the key and the secret ♪

♪ To rap immortality like I have got ♪

♪ Well, to be truthful the blueprint's ♪

♪ Simply rage and youthful exuberance ♪

♪ Everybody loves to root for a nuisance ♪

♪ Hit the earth like an asteroid ♪

♪ Did nothing but shoot for the moon since ♪

♪ Pew! ♪

♪ MCs get taken to school with this music ♪

♪ 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" ♪

♪ Now I lead a new school full of students ♪

♪ Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac ♪

♪ N.W.A., Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you ♪

♪ They got Slim inspired enough to one day grow up ♪

♪ Blow up and be in a position ♪

♪ To meet Run-DMC and induct them into the ♪

♪ Motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ♪

♪ Even though I'll walk in the church ♪

♪ And burst in a ball of flames ♪

♪ Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in ♪

♪ Is the alcohol of fame ♪

♪ On the wall of shame ♪

♪ You fags think it's all a game ♪

♪ 'Til I walk a flock of flames ♪

♪ Off of a plank and ♪

♪ Tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? ♪

♪ Little gay-lookin' boy ♪

♪ So gay I can barely say it ♪

♪ With a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha!) ♪

♪ You witnessing a mass-occur) ♪

♪ Like you're watching a church gathering ♪

♪ Take place, lookin' boy ♪

♪ "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" ♪

♪ That's all they say, lookin' boy ♪

♪ You get a thumbs up, pat on the back ♪

♪ And a "way to go" from your label everyday, lookin' boy ♪

♪ Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? ♪

♪ I got a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy ♪

♪ I'ma work for everything I have ♪

♪ Never asked nobody for shit ♪

♪ Get outta my face, lookin' boy ♪

♪ Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable ♪

♪ Or keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪

♪ The way I'm racin' around the track ♪

♪ Call me NASCAR, NASCAR ♪

♪ Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God ♪

♪ Kneel before General Zod ♪

♪ This planet's Krypton ♪

♪ No, Asgard, Asgard ♪

♪ So you be Thor and I'll be Odin ♪

♪ You rodent, I'm omnipotent ♪

♪ Let off then I'm reloadin' ♪

♪ Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' ♪

♪ And I should not be woken ♪

♪ I'm the walking' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head ♪

♪ A zombie floatin' ♪

♪ But I got your mom deep-throatin' ♪

♪ I'm out my Ramen noodle ♪

♪ We have nothin' in common, poodle ♪

♪ Poodle, I'm a doberman ♪

♪ Pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil ♪

♪ It's me, my honesty's brutal ♪

♪ But it's honestly futile ♪

♪ If I don't utilize what I do though ♪

♪ For good at least once in a while ♪

♪ So I wanna make sure somewhere in this ♪

♪ Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to ♪

♪ Maybe to try to help get some people through tough times ♪

♪ But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ♪

♪ 'Cause even you unsigned ♪

♪ Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime ♪

♪ I know there was a time where once I ♪

♪ Was king of the underground ♪

♪ But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind ♪

♪ So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine ♪

♪ Appeal with the skin color of mine ♪

♪ You get too big and here they come tryin' to ♪

♪ Censor you like that one line ♪

♪ I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1 when I ♪

♪ Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine ♪

♪ Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 ♪

♪ See if I get away with it ♪

♪ Now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm ♪

♪ Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal ♪

♪ You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though ♪

♪ And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for ♪

♪ You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows ♪

♪ You write normal? Fuck being normal ♪

♪ And I just bought a new raygun from the future ♪

♪ Just to come and shoot ya ♪

♪ Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad ♪

♪ 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad ♪

♪ Singin' to a man while he played piano ♪

♪ Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special ♪

♪ On the cable channel ♪

♪ So Ray J went straight to the radio station ♪

♪ The very next day ♪

♪ "Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you!" ♪

♪ Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed ♪

♪ J.J. Fad ♪

♪ Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human ♪

♪ What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman ♪

♪ Innovative and I'm made of rubber ♪

♪ So that anything you say is ricochetin' ♪

♪ Off of me and it'll glue to you and ♪

♪ I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating ♪

♪ How to give a motherfuckin' audience ♪

♪ A feeling like it's levitating, never fading ♪

♪ And I know that the haters are forever waiting ♪

♪ For the day that they can say I fell off ♪

♪ They'll be celebrating ♪

♪ 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated ♪

♪ I make elevating music, you make elevator music ♪

♪ "Oh, he's too mainstream." ♪

♪ Well, that's what they do when they get jealous ♪

♪ They confuse it ♪

♪ "It's not hip hop, it's pop" ♪

♪ 'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it ♪

♪ With rock, shock rap with Doc ♪

♪ Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it ♪

♪ "I don't know how to make songs like that" ♪

♪ "I don't know what words to use" ♪

♪ Let me know when it occurs to you ♪

♪ While I'm rippin' any one of these verses ♪

♪ That verses you ♪

♪ It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you ♪

♪ How many verses I gotta murder to ♪

♪ Prove that if you were half as nice ♪

♪ Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! ♪

♪ Ugh, school flunkie, pill junkie ♪

♪ But look at the accolades these skills brung me ♪

♪ Full of myself, but still hungry ♪

♪ I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to ♪

♪ And I'm a million leagues above you ♪

♪ Ill when I speak in tongues ♪

♪ But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you ♪

♪ I'm drunk, so Satan, take the fucking wheel ♪

♪ I'ma sleep in the front seat ♪

♪ Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky, but funky" ♪

♪ But in my head there's something ♪

♪ I can feel tugging and struggling ♪

♪ Angels fight with devils and ♪

♪ Here's what they want from me ♪

♪ They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate ♪

♪ But if you take into consideration ♪

♪ The bitter hatred I have ♪

♪ Then you may be a little patient ♪

♪ And more sympathetic to the situation ♪

♪ And understand the discrimination ♪

♪ But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? ♪

♪ Make lemonade then! ♪

♪ But if I can't batter the women ♪

♪ How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?! ♪

♪ Don't mistake him for Satan ♪

♪ It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas ♪

♪ And take a vacation to trip a broad ♪

♪ And make her fall on her face and ♪

♪ Don't be a retard ♪

♪ Be a king? Think not ♪

♪ Why be a king when you can be a God? ♪

이 노래의 어휘:

어휘 의미

feel

/fiːl/

A1
  • verb
  • - 느끼다

think

/θɪŋk/

A1
  • verb
  • - 생각하다

rap

/ræp/

A2
  • verb
  • - 랩을 하다
  • noun
  • - 랩

call

/kɔːl/

A1
  • verb
  • - 부르다

pocket

/ˈpɒkɪt/

A2
  • noun
  • - 주머니

kill

/kɪl/

B1
  • verb
  • - 죽이다

break

/breɪk/

A2
  • verb
  • - 부수다

attack

/əˈtæk/

B1
  • noun
  • - 공격
  • verb
  • - 공격하다

secret

/ˈsiːkrət/

B1
  • noun
  • - 비밀

rage

/reɪdʒ/

B2
  • noun
  • - 분노

school

/skuːl/

A1
  • noun
  • - 학교

flames

/fleɪmz/

B1
  • noun
  • - 불꽃

lyrics

/ˈlɪrɪks/

B2
  • noun
  • - 가사

speed

/spiːd/

A2
  • noun
  • - 속도

jealous

/ˈdʒeləs/

B1
  • adjective
  • - 질투하는

sacrifice

/ˈsækrɪfaɪs/

C1
  • verb
  • - 희생하다

discrimination

/dɪˌskrɪmɪˈneɪʃən/

C1
  • noun
  • - 차별

immortal

/ɪˈmɔːrtl/

C1
  • adjective
  • - 불멸의

문법:

  • I was gonna go easy on you

    ➔ 'gonna' (going to) - 비공식적인 미래 시제

    ➔ 'gonna'는 "going to"의 구어체 축약형으로, 미래의 의도나 계획을 표현하는 데 사용됩니다. 여기서는 "당신에게 쉽게 가려고 했다"는 의미입니다.

  • Now who thinks their arms are long enough To slap box, slap box?

    ➔ 관계절 (who thinks)이 있는 의문문, 목적의 부정사 (to slap box)

    ➔ 이 문장은 "who"를 사용하여 질문하고 "who thinks their arms are long enough"라는 관계절을 포함합니다. 부정사구 "to slap box"는 팔이 긴 목적을 설명합니다.

  • But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

    ➔ 주어로서의 부정사구 (for me to rap), 조동사 (must)

    "For me to rap like a computer"는 문장의 주어 역할을 하는 부정사구입니다. "Must"는 강한 확신 또는 논리적 결론을 나타냅니다.

  • Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

    ➔ "ever since"를 사용한 시간절, 현재 분사 (feeling)

    "Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office"는 과거부터 현재까지의 시간을 나타냅니다. "Feeling"은 모니카 르윈스키의 행동을 설명하는 현재 분사로 사용됩니다.

  • I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots And crack it in half

    ➔ "will be able to"를 사용한 미래 진행형, 전치사구 ("Over the back of")

    "Will be able to"는 미래의 능력을 나타냅니다. 전치사구 "Over the back of"는 테이블이 부서질 위치를 나타냅니다.

  • Let me show you maintainin' this shit Ain't that hard, that hard

    ➔ 명령 동사 (Let), 축약형 "Ain't" (is not)

    "Let me show you"는 요청이나 제안을 하는 데 사용되는 명령문입니다. "Ain't"는 비표준적인 "is not" 또는 "are not"의 축약형으로, 비공식적인 말에서 흔히 사용됩니다.

  • But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

    ➔ 직유 (like I'm), 가정법 (if I were)

    "like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind"라는 문구는 직유이며, 화자의 랩 스타일을 Pharoahe Monch의 스타일과 비교합니다. 명시적으로 존재하지는 않지만, 가정법은 가설적인 상황을 설명하므로 암시됩니다.

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