lose是什么意思
lose、loss 、lost的区别为：意思不同、用法不同、词性不同。一、意思不同1、lose：遗失，丢失，(因事故、年老、死亡等)损失，丧失，失去。2、loss：丧失，损失，丢失，亏损，亏蚀。3、lost：迷路的，迷失的，失去的，丢失的，丧失的。二、用法不同1、lose：lose的基本意思是“丢失”“失去”，指因事故、过失、不幸、死亡等原因失去拥有的东西等，含有不能再找回来的意思，也可指人失去了品性、信念、态度等或陷入沉思或埋头于某事物之中。2、loss：loss的基本意思是“丧失，遗失，损失”，可指能量、热量的丧失，也可指战斗、比赛中“打输”“失败”。还可作经济活动中的“亏本”解。3、lost：作“损失”解时，多用复数形式。常跟介词to，表示“对…是个损失”。意思是“不知所措”，后面可接“for+ n. ”， to- v 或由疑问词引导的从句结构。三、词性不同1、lose：lose是动词。2、loss：loss是名词。3、lost：lost是过去式，也是过去分词．也能做形容词vi. 失败；受损失n. (Lose)人名；(英)洛斯；(德)洛泽[ 过去式 lost 过去分词 lost 现在分词 losing ]网络释义专业释义英英释义失去不过但凡情节这玩意，轻则偏激重则沦陷，但凡狂热了，轻则失去(Lose)明智重则丧心病狂(Frenzied)，且症状(Symptom)是可传染的。随时皆得大自在,不能言其所以然.输球羞辱越大求变的意向越猛烈，这么说来湖人输球(Lose)是大快人心的事了，只不过看到(See)湖人的再获再造只不过(Only)是下个赛季的事了，不要在朋友面前炫耀自己但咱们容许等候！丢失此前的2009年，富士康的位员工因丢失(Lose)一部iPhone被调查时跳楼自杀身亡，郭台铭同意一次性支付36元人民币(Renminbi)作为抚恤金，拥有理想的人，才算是成功的人。
lose是什么意思
lose的意思是遗失。释义：vt.浪费；使沉溺于；使迷路；遗失；错过vi.失败；受损失n. (Lose)人名；（英）洛斯；（德）洛泽变形：过去式lost、过去分词lost、现在分词losing、第三人称单数loses短语搭配：ose oneself迷路lose sight of忽略、不再看见lose face丢脸lose time耽误时间；走得慢；失去时机lose money损失金钱双语例句He lost his way in the crowd.他在人群中迷了路。If I lose you, I'll lose all the fun of life.如果失去你，我将失去生活的所有乐趣。I may have lost to The Lakers, but I'm not going to give up.我可能已经输给了湖人队，但我不会放弃。
8英里eminem最后在舞台上的说唱歌词
[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.
8英里eminem最后在舞台上的说唱歌词
第一场：
[对手]
Check this out
Check this out
Yo, this guys a choke-artist
Ya catch a bad one
Ya better off shootin ya-self wit Popa Doc's handgun
Climbin up this mountain, ya weak
I leave ya lost witout a paddle, floatin shit's creek
You ain't Detroit, I'm the D
You tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docks
Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't ya type
Take some real advice
And form a group with Vanilla Ice
And what I tell ya
Ya better use it
This guy's a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson music
Trailer trash
I choke ya till ya last breath
And have ya lookin foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot his-self
Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that
Cuz you follow Future, like he got carrots up his asscrack
And when you act it up, that's when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up
I crack ya shoulderblade
You'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his grave
I don't know why they left you out in the dark
Ya need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park
(Crowd Cheers)
[Eminem]
This guy raps like his parents jerked him
He sounds like Eric Sermon
The generic version
This whole crowd looks suspicious
It's all dudes in here
Except for these bitches
So I'm a German ay?
That's 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 shit's creek, bitch you can be a piss creek
Wit paddles this deep
Ya still gonna sink
Your a disgrace
Ya they call me Rabbit
This is a turtle race
He can't get wit me spittin this shit
Wickedy Lickety shot
Spicious spickety split Lickety
So I'ma turn around wit a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile
(Crowd cheers)
第二场
[对手]
We rollin muthafuckaz
What's goin on baby?
Yo it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all
Sick of this muthafucka
(Rip it Lotto, rip it baby rip it, yeah) Check this shit out
Huhhh huhhh
I'll spit a racial slur honkey sue me
This shit is a horror flick
But a black guy doesn't die in this movie
Fuckin wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddin
That makes me believe, you really don't have an interest in livin
You think these niggas gone feel the shit you say?
I got a better chance joinin 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 ya leader
I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver
I used to like that show
Noe you got me in fightback mode
But oh well if ya gotta go then ya 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 alls well that ends ok
So I'll end this shit
Wit a fuck you, but, have a nice day
(Crowd cheers)
[Eminem]
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!
Blabbedy bloom blah, blum blabbedy bloom blah
I ain't hear a word you said, hibitit hoopla!
Is that a tanktop or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg, just got a fuckin boob job
Did you listen to the last round meathead?
Pay attention, ya sayin the same shit that he said (I'ma fuck you up)
Matta fact dog, here's a pencil
Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful
And don't come back until somethin dope hits you
Fuck it
You can take the Mic home wich you
Lookin like a cyclone hit you
Tanktop screamin, "Lotto I don't fit you"
You see how far them white jokes get you
Boys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you?
My motto:
Fuck Lotto
I get the 7 digits from ya mother for a dollar tomorrow
第三场
[Eminem]
Now everybody from the 3-1-3
Put ya muthafuckin hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 3-1-3
Put ya muthafuckin hands up
Look look
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This Free World's got ya gased up
Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4
4pac, 3pac, 2pac's, 1
Your Pac, he's Pac, No Pac's, None
This guy aint no muthafuckin MC
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white
I am a fuckin bum
I do live in the trailer wit 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 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
Cuz you don't know what the fuck I been through
But I know somethin about you
You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school
What's the matter dog you embarrassed?
This guys a gangster? His real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook
Cuz ain't no such things as Half Way Crooks!
He's scared to death
He's scared to look
At his fuckin yearbook
Fuck Cranbook
Fuck a beat, I go acapella
Fuck a Popa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer fuck everybody
Fuck yall if you doubt me, I'ma piece of fuckin white trash I say it proudly
And fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie
Here, tell these people somethin they don't know about me
(Crowd cheers)
最后三场的词我都给找来了。
