Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your
But I'm going 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 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 any chances
You were just what the ordered

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
said 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 back
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat from that rap profit
Made a living and a off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and 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 back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep,
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts 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 signed to Aftermath after the
How could I not blow? All I do is F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough 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 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 maintaining this shit that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and exuberance
Everybody to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I lead a new school of students
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a game 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 with a straight face boy
You witnessing a
Like you a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
work for everything I have
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up the same pace 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,
Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom throating
I'm out my noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's
But it's honestly futile if I utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and
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 it's lunchtime
I know there was a time once 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 come trying to,
Censor you like one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers 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 with it now that I as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from though
And I don't know what the fuck that you 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 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, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio 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 do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll to you
I'm never stating, more than demonstrating
How to a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the 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, 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
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like
I know what words to use
Let me know when it to you
I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the the skills brung me
of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in
But it's still in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want me
They 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 patient and more sympathetic to the
And understand the
But fuck it, life's you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for
It's a mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to a broad
And her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a when you can be a God?