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 going to get one chance
wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like about 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 the doctor ordered

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 arms are long enough to slap box, box?
said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my pocket
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was in office
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match 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 while I'm practicing
That I'll 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 after the fact
How I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit 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 exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the since
MC's get to school with this music
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, got Slim
Inspired to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Roll of Fame
though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you
gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a
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 label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me 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 I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be
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, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize I do though
For at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to to try and help 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 like it's
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
Appeal with the skin color of
You get too big and here they come to,
Censor you that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One I tried 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 away with it now that I as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming through the
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004
And I know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being
And I just bought a new from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when 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 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J went to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm
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 never
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's
Never fading, and I know that the are forever waiting
For the day they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to songs like that
I know what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many verses I murder to,
Prove that if you're as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the accolades the brung me
of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I 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 D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and
Angels fight with devils, here's what they from me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you take consideration the bitter hatred that I had
you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a then?
Don't mistake it for
a fatal mistake if you think I need 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 king when you can be a