Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt feelings
But I'm going to get this 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 means, what 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 like 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, slap
They said I rap like a robot, so me Rapbot

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 knot from rap profit
a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill 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 wanna get into a pissing match with rappidy rap
a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same I attempt these 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 blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this as

I'm beginning to like 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 box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
Everybody loves to 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 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
Inspired enough to one day grow up, up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the of fame
On the wall of
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?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a face looking boy
You a massacre
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, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
I'mma for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get my face looking boy
boy you're never gonna be capable
To up with the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do
For at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines in case cause even you unsigned
are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you
with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" 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 with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming through the
You're in a time 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 the future
To just and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at pad
to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a special on the cable channel
So Ray J straight to the radio station 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 you saying ricocheting 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 know that the haters are forever
For the day that they can say I fell off, be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make music, you make elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to it
With rock, shock rap Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I don't how to make songs like that
I don't know what to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of verses diverse 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 virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But look at the the skills brung me
of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues 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
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel 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 patient and more to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, 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?
Don't it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I to be overseas
And take a vacation to a broad
And make her fall on her face and be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a when you can be a God?