Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

Look, I was gonna go on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
Just a feeling I've got, something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not any chances
You just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
Made a living and a off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was in office
With Monica feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and indecent as all syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the
How could I not blow? All I do is F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply and youthful exuberance
loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I lead a new school of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a
To meet Run DMC and induct into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can say it with a straight face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place boy
Oy vey, boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from your label looking boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To up with the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these I'm totin'
And I should not be
I'm the dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my brutal
But it's honestly futile if I utilize what I do though
For at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I and doodle
Enough to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you
are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of
You get too big and here they come to,
Censor you that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but
Morphed into an immortal through the portal
You're in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're normal, fuck being normal
And I bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a
What I do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll to you
I'm never stating, than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's
fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em
I make elevating music, you make elevator
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap Doc
on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I know how to make songs like that
I know what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses as you
It's curtains, I'm hurtin' you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the accolades the brung me
Full of myself, but hungry
I bully myself I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in
But it's still in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, what they want from me
They me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the
And understand the
But it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a then?
Don't mistake it for
a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to a broad
And her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? not, why be a king when you can be a God?