Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get 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, 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 what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to box, slap box?
They said I rap a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer be in my genes
I got a laptop in my pocket
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 Bill Clinton was in office
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my of attack
are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, hard

Everybody want the key and the to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be the blueprint's 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
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a
Now I lead a new school full of
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 grow up, blow up and be in a
To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a game 'til I a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the are you thinking?
gay looking boy
So gay I can say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a church take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from your everyday looking boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy
boy you're never gonna be capable
To up with the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to 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
Kneel before General Zod this Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
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 floating
But I got your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common,
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage,
me, my honesty's brutal
But honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's
I know was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes you combine
with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they trying to,
Censor you like that one line I on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a and a nine
See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a warp from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck normal
And I just bought a new from the future
To just and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at pad
Singin' to a man they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you 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 off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never
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, they'd be
Cause I know the way to get 'em
I make music, you make elevator music
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
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make like that
I know 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 you're half as at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still
I bully cause I make me do what I put my mind 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 asleep in the front
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head there's I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women
But if you take into consideration the bitter that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more to the situation
And the discrimination
But fuck it, handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a
And make her fall on her face and don't be a
Be a king? Think not, why be a when you can be a God?