[Engine Starts, Revs] [Laughing] That's what I'm takin' about, baby. Come on, man, we goin' out tonight. Uh! Uh! Yeah, tonigh... Tonight?
8 Mile
2.1s
[Groaning, Cheering]
8 Mile
10.1s
Hey, Rabbit! Okay, okay, okay. It's about time. Money under the hood Money on the mike Freaky gals here we come Yo. Let me get a light, D. J...
8 Mile
3.1s
[Wink Sniffing]
8 Mile
2.9s
[Scoffs] What? What the fuck is you lookin' at?
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2.4s
[Rhythm Continues]
8 Mile
13.2s
What the fuck is wrong with you? [Laughing] [Laughing, Yelling] [Siren Blaring] - Oh, shit! - Fuck! Toss the weed! Toss the weed, Cheddar! - Toss the motherfuckin' weed! - Throw it out!
8 Mile
22.7s
Yo, Rabbit. Teach me to write rhymes. That's the way to get the ladies, right? Let me out. Yo, yo, hold up. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know Papa and L.C. Were on their bullshit until tonight. Look, man, you know I wouldn't be messin' with them... except I'm promotin' a show with them at the Hip-Hop Shop next week. Those Free World bitches?
8 Mile
20.3s
Whoa, whoa. Okay, okay. Can't be bad. Can't be bad. - Kill that fucked-up white boy. - That ain't shit. That ain't shit. Settle down, settle down. Give the man a chance. All right, Bunny Rabbit's up next. All right, B-Rabbit? You got the mike. It's on you. You know what to do.
8 Mile
6.2s
Get down, you faggot. Get down! - Jimmy! - [Grunting]
8 Mile
26.2s
Yo, what up, bitch? You ready to get knocked out, doe? [Lyckety-Splyt Chuckles] Wink said you lived in a trailer with your mom. [Laughing] But we didn't believe him. [Scoffing] [Blow Landing, Groaning] Come on, Elvis. Get up. Get up, bitch. [Booming Rap Continues] [Man] Get yo'faggot ass up and fight.
8 Mile
3.2s
A'ight, Rabbit. Peace out, Rabbit!
8 Mile
13.8s
Come on, let the artist get to the motherfuckin'stage. Come on, man. All right, come on up. Come on, B-Rabbit. Let him up, let him up. You good? Choose somethin'. Heads. Heads?
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2.5s
[Fades]
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6.2s
Thank you, Mrs. Helgeland. Any time, Jimmy. Have a good night. Mm-hmm.
8 Mile
3.1s
Look, fuck last night. Okay? Forget it.
8 Mile
10.7s
- You got it. - All right, my man. I'm goin' first against this choke artist here. Well, baby, you got enough confidence. Get serious. Okay, do your thing. Forty-five seconds. Yo, D.J., spin that shit.
8 Mile
8.8s
What do you want? I wanted to say good-bye. I'm goin' to New York. Yeah? And...
