Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to your feelings
But I'm going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I know what
If that means, what I it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any
You just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks arms 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 computer must be in my
I got a laptop in my pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap
Made a living and a off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and it in half
Only realized it was I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm constructing this masterpiece 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 arms are enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to for a nuisance
Hit the like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to 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, thank you, got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Roll Hall of
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 think it's all a game I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church 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 your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up the same pace 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
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the Trash God
before General 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 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 noodle, we have 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 futile if I utilize what I do though
For good at least in a while
So I wanna sure somewhere in this 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 just in case cause you unsigned
are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I there was a time where once I
Was of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you
Appeal with the skin of mine
You get too big and they come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp 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 just come and shoot ya 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, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm
Innovative and I'm of rubber
So that you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never
How to a motherfuckin' 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
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make 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 way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to songs like that
I don't what words to use
Let me when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove that if half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the accolades the skills me
Full of myself, but still
I bully myself cause I 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 the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
fight with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate of the women hate
But if you take consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
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 them a cake then?
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 make her fall on her face and be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a