Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

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

I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are 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 laptop in my pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap
Made a and a killing off it
Ever Bill Clinton was still in office
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat while I'm practicing
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a 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 of attack
Rappers are a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing masterpiece as

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

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply and youthful exuberance
loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I lead a new full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Shabazz, 2Pac 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 induct into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a 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 what in the fuck are you
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a church take 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 from label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face boy
boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the pace looking boy

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

So you be Thor and be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
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 just a talking head, a zombie
But I got mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common,
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage,
It's me, my brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize I do though
For good at once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get people through tough times
But I gotta a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry at me like 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 Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
Appeal the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they trying to,
you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I seven kids from Columbine
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 an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time 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 bought a new from the future
To just come and ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J went to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic 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
Innovative and I'm made of
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and glue to you
I'm stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever
For the day that can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I a hella way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I know how to make songs like that
I don't know what to use
Let me when it occurs to you
While I'm any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm hurtin' you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still
I myself cause I make 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 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 something I can feel tugging and struggling
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 the discrimination
But fuck it, handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a
And make her fall on her and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a when you can be a God?