Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was go easy on you and not to hurt your 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 got, like 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 as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just the doctor ordered

I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who their 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 be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from rap profit
Made a living and a 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 indecent as all hell syllables, (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts I'm practicing
That I'll be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of and crack it in half
realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this as

I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit that hard, that hard

Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the since
MC's get taken to with this music
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 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 them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the and burst in a ball of flames
Only of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you
gay looking boy
So gay I can say it with a straight face looking boy
You a massacre
you watching a church gathering 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 your 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 for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To keep up with the same looking boy

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

So you be Thor and be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a floating
But I got your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my brutal
But it's honestly if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get people through tough times
But I keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like lunchtime
I know there was a time where I
Was of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
with the skin color 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 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 that I as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming the portal
stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck you rhyme for
pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the
To come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at pad
Singin' to a man while played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics 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
Innovative and I'm made of
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 audience 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 elevating music, you elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't know how to make like that
I don't know words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills me
Full of myself, but still
I bully myself cause I make me do I put my mind to
And I'm a million above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
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, what they want from me
asking me to eliminate 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, life's you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a
And make her on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? not, why be a king when you can be a God?