Eminem (feat. Royce Da 5'9" & White Gold) You Gon' Learn- (Instrumental w/Hook) 

It’s a miracle an instrumental done right lol

Undeniably unfathomably this beat had just revived me.

what they did with the vocal sample throughout the verses is so dope and catchy I cant get over that.

Royce outdid himself

Bruh I need more beats like this. It sounds like I'm fighting a final boss. it's so epic

Is it just me or does this beat squash you heart and make you almost cry this beat is deep just as much as the song🤒

2:49

I am Greek. I tried spitting Eminem's verse listening only the instrumental and reading the lyrics. Its near to impossible to do it like eminem does it with flow, chilled, angry, without losing a kick, without misspelling, having clear pronunciation. Try it and comment below. Lets see what you can do. Be honest, its not a contest.

I love you for making this

this instrumental was unnecessarily hard

Art

Sounds so cool! *final boss enters*

Great for late night gaming

I can hear Royce’s words

wow 😳

🔥🔥

Thank you so much for this instrumental. Can you make instrumental of Eminem song "Fall" with hooks ?

[Chorus: White Gold] 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 [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] 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 Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go [Chorus: White Gold] 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] Never sold dope for no 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 [Chorus: White Gold] 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’ll do my verse on your beats and I gotta slow the tempo from 120 to 79 idk it be making me so mad , your work is golden regardless

2022 heal ourselves

Weird hearing an instrumental and still expecting a verse to drop lol

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 for no 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 colder, 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 'em treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter Dre'll tell you 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

(hook) Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the earth You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the earth You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn (Royce) I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty Profitin' off of 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 '96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be (Deal with life) 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 talkin' 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 Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go (hook) Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the earth You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the earth You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn (Eminem) Never sold dope, full of 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 colder, began to get a chip 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 'em 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 (hook) Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the earth You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the earth You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn

can you make a 1 hour version

(Royce da 5'9)Internationally know as a prodigy Family proud of me Block is beside of me How can I miss When the scope is all I see,honestly, The plot is all balanced So I challenged for ma spot Got them worried Like Simon put ma cross on they back n told them-no turning back I'm never let go Left shape shifting to Legos Chose my own path

Can you please send me the stems I will do it justice with original lyrics peace

This is exactly the same wow

That’s going to be tough to move on from

Shit sucks Ain't been feeling right for like 6 months slipped up Now it's getting harder just to breathe but i Never been crushed Finished, Lost my, friend a potential suitor Bunch of memories gone confused I Still smoke in front of mirrors cause it's my future sitting mad at this shit computer Failure success is a different story Looking for a hero I'm the villain coldly Stuck in pieces need release but people see that my past is deep and gory

When you're a healer and you have an opinion Just just better earn.

[intro] 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

How can I read the lyrics with this beat

@Unbelievably Fire can I do a cover using this beat?

You Gon' Learn Eminem [Chorus: White Gold] [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] 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 Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go [Chorus: White Gold] [Verse 2: Eminem] Never sold dope for no 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 [Chorus: White Gold]

I be using your beats and tryna upload them and copyright claims be destroying me

Is that a "Nocturnal" audio watermark I hear?

0:30

I will instrumental?

00:26

1:44

It's actually voices drowned.. U can hear Royce's words at first with good headphones

What are the people saying in the vid?( im hearing whispers of a discussion)

Can I remix this & still use the hook?

Popping im never stopping, Ascending new levels I levitate, Talk to me, while I be clobbering, Oh you can’t, your speechless, I have a secret, pyschopathy, How could you refuse this , Make excuses properly or choose To offer me, apologies ill take em all and leave They’re Pretty but brittle like autumn leaves, aye, aye, You’re just a product G, Quit selling product please, I’ll have to stop and breathe, Hidden intentions, Clocks a trick, Time to cease. Life’s a disease,, Vision assistance , Demons arrive, Why aren’t we all elated, Cuz fuck a surprise I’d rather be drunk with my fries, aye aye, Ain’t what they all say, Part of the problem What happened to spitting a fact,, If it was up to me, I’d spin a bottle, To make the decision we need, Revisions to people controlling and running society people we need more variety okay I don’t have much to say about this cuz I stay in a ditch, But fuck it I’ve gained more wit, now I can focus on changing shit about myself, behold, im bound to yell, I blame my brains on fire I’d take four hours and scour my brain with razor blades for pics of you, and then I’d take the razor blades and slip into the void I made a decision to rip it Like ROYCE, Eminem, days for days I listen to these albums and stay crazed, mayday mayday mothership is morphing another bitch before kicked my door in,

Can I use this as part of my EP

00-26

Here's what I wrote I goes in Like the chosen On foes and I'm Well e- Quipt with the pen and pad Sharper than Edward Scissorhands how can You people choose little Uzi Over lyricists who be Killin shit With a passion and their actually Gifted and don't just sound sick I'm talen- Ted, that is why I'm yellin'- This sinister flow that'll make em all give and choke I'm a rebel whos hellish, Yo click can get smoked like I'm blazin' that indica dro I eat rappers like relish, And I'm getting the dough, rocking stages I spit like a pro I'm a star like I'm Elvis, All of yall Really finna see that AM ain't a selfish person, But I want every women on the planet to my self bitch!

I wanna fucking meet with this song’s producer

Peep out the new drop👀💯 I’m Not Done (Feat. White Gold) (J.R. Yungin Response #2) ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-PIk7G8amOoI.html