Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

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

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

But for me to rap like a computer be in my genes
I got a laptop in my pocket
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat from that rap profit
Made a living and a off it
Ever Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and indecent as all syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin'
Over the back of a couple of faggots and it in half
Only 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
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a
It's 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 nod, back nod
Now who thinks their are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
Everybody loves to for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this
I use it as a vehicle to bust 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, got Slim
Inspired to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a of flames
Only Hall of I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
You fags think all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the pace looking boy

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

So you be and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be
I'm the walking dead, but I'm a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got mom deep throating
I'm out my noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil
me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't what I do though
For at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines in case cause even you unsigned
are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you
Appeal with the skin of mine
You get too big and here they come to,
you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I to say I take seven kids from 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 as big as I was, but I've
into an immortal coming through the portal
You're in a time warp from 2004 though
And I know what the fuck that you rhyme for
pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, being normal
And I just a new Raygun from the future
To just and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I a hella way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I don't know how to make songs that
I don't what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the accolades the skills me
of myself, but still hungry
I myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill I speak in tongues
But still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want me
They me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake
Don't it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be
And take a vacation to trip a
And make her fall on her face and be a retard
Be a Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?