Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
Just a feeling I've got, like 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 taking any
You were just what the 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 are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a must be in my genes
I got a in my back pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat from that rap profit
Made a living and a off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
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 same time 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 a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's 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 long enough to slap box, box?
Let me you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did but shoot for the moon 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 full of
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim 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'
Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags 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 straight face boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place 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 your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for everything I
ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never be capable
To keep up with the pace looking boy

'Cause I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the 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 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 reloading immediately with these bombs I'm
And I not be woken
I'm the dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage,
It's me, my honesty's
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 this scratch I scribble and doodle
rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you
Rappers are hungry looking at me it's lunchtime
I there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes you combine
Appeal with the skin color of
You get too big and here they trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal through the portal
You're stuck in a time from 2004 though
And I don't know the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, being normal
And I just a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at pad
Singin' to a man while they piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics coming at you at speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So that anything you saying off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like levitating
Never fading, and I know that the are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, be celebrating
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator
Oh, too mainstream
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
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I don't know how to make like that
I don't know what to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm ripping any one of verses diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the the skills brung me
of myself, but still hungry
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 in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm in the front seat
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women
But if you take into the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more to the situation
And the discrimination
But it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake
Don't mistake it for
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be
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 when you can be a