Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt feelings
But I'm only to get this one chance
wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know
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 people from the front to the back nod, nod
Now who thinks arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so 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 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 a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a table
Over the back of a couple of and crack it in half
Only it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of
Rappers are having a rough time period, a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm constructing this masterpiece 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 slap box, box?
Let me you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the like 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 a new school full of students
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got
enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Hall of Fame
Even I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
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 looking boy
You witnessing a
you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask nobody for shit, get my face looking boy
Basically boy you're gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace boy

I'm beginning to feel like 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 and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be
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 in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my brutal
But it's honestly futile if I utilize what I do though
For good at least in a while
So I wanna make somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people tough times
But I gotta a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
Appeal with the skin 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 revolver and a
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but
Morphed into an immortal coming the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004
And I don't know what the fuck you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being
And I bought a new Raygun from the future
To just and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked a fag at Maywhether's 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"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a
I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So that anything you ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more never demonstrating
How to give a audience 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 make elevating music, you make elevator
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do when get jealous, they confuse 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 make songs like
I know what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many verses I murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the accolades the skills me
Full of myself, but still
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my to
And I'm a million leagues you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm in the front seat
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and
Angels fight devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter that I had
Then you may be a little and more 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 them a cake
Don't it for Satan
It's a mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And a vacation to trip a broad
And her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?