Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

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

I'm to feel like 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?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me

But for me to rap a computer must be in my genes
I got a in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I it
Got a fat from that rap profit
a living and a killing off it
Ever Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't really get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep,
The exact same time I attempt lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath the fact
How could I not All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully this masterpiece as

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

Everybody want the key and the 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 for the moon since
MC's get taken to school this music
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, you, they got Slim
enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
You fags it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, me what in the fuck are you thinking?
gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering place looking 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 your label everyday looking boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face boy
Basically boy you're never be capable
To keep up with the same looking boy

'Cause I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar,
Dale Earnhardt of the park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no 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 noodle, we have nothing 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 if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least in a while
So I wanna sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like lunchtime
I know was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes you combine
Appeal with the color of mine
You get too big and they come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall LP
One where I tried to say I take kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming through the
You're stuck in a warp from 2004 though
And I know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, being normal
And I just a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they played
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable
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 gotta do to get it through to you I'm
and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more never demonstrating
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 they can say I fell off, be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I don't know how to songs like that
I know what words to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But at the accolades the skills brung me
of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, you
I'm so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but
But in my head there's I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women
But if you take into consideration the hatred 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 then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a
And make her fall on her face and don't be a
Be a king? Think not, why be a when you can be a God?