Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

Look, I was go easy 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, Shady, you're on)
a feeling I've got, like 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 as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the 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 arms are long 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 in my back pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky 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 into a pissing 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
That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin'
Over the of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my of attack
are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack I'm masterfully constructing 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 enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that

Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did but shoot for the moon since
get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to 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, thank you, they got
Inspired enough to one day up, blow up and be in a position
To Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Hall 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 think 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 straight looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a church gathering take place boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre 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 keep up with the same looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel 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 General Zod this planet's 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 bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a floating
But I got your mom throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common,
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 good at least once in a
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 tough
But I gotta a few punchlines just 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 I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin of mine
You get too big and they come trying to,
Censor you like that one 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 away with it now I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an coming through the portal
You're stuck in a warp from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
You're normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the
To come 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 they played piano
Man, oh man, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you I'm a human
I gotta do to get it through 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 like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are 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 elevator music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't know how to songs like that
I don't know words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but hungry
I myself cause I make 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 front
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's they want from me
asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
mistake 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 don't be a
Be a king? not, why be a king when you can be a God?