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 it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't 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 were what the doctor 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 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 when I it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and indecent as all syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't 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 time I attempt these lyrical stunts while I'm practicing
That still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
the back of a couple of faggots 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, feel my wrath of
Rappers are having a time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

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 to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did but shoot for the moon since
MC's get to school with this music
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, you, they got Slim
Inspired to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the Rock n'
Roll Hall of
Even though I walk in the church and in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of
On the of shame
You fags think all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you
gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you a church gathering take place 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 your label everyday looking boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To up with the same pace looking boy

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

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
Let off then I'm immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common,
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 what I do though
For at least once in a while
So I wanna sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like lunchtime
I there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Monch grind
So I rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
with the skin color of mine
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 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 it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from though
And I don't know what the that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with cornrows
like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun the future
To just and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he like a fag at Maywhether's pad
to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J went straight to the station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a
I gotta 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, more than never
How to give a motherfuckin' a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they it
It's not hip hop, pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose 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 verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills me
Full of myself, but still
I myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but
But in my head there's something I can tugging and struggling
Angels with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make then
But if I can't batter the women how the am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't it for Satan
It's a fatal if you think I need to be overseas
And a vacation to trip a broad
And her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?