Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

Look, I was go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
Just a I've got, like 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 as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the ordered

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

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my
I got a laptop in my pocket
My pen'll go off when I it
Got a fat from that rap profit
a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was in office
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to 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 the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, my wrath of attack
Rappers are a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm constructing this masterpiece as

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

Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon
MC's get taken to school this music
Cause I use it as a to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new full of students
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a
To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of
On the wall of
You fags it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a church gathering take looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, all they say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
boy you're never gonna be capable
To up with the same pace looking boy

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

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm
And I should not be
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a floating
But I got mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do
For good at least 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 a few punchlines just 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 I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
Appeal with the color of mine
You get too big and they come trying 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 from
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a and a nine
See if I get with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
You're like normal, fuck being
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
Singin' to a man while they piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma you assuming I'm a human
I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So that anything you ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever
For the day that they can say I fell off, be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you elevator music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do 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
Throw on Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like
I don't know what to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm hurtin' you
How many verses I murder to,
Prove if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the accolades the brung me
Full of myself, but still
I bully myself cause I me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in
But still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the seat
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they from me
asking 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 sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade
But if I batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to a broad
And make her fall on her face and be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a