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 this one
Something's wrong, I can it (Six minutes, Slim 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 think it means, 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 from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap
They I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap a computer must be in my genes
I got a in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I it
Got a fat knot from that rap
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and indecent as all syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to a motherfuckin' table
Over the of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the
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 wack I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

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

Everybody want the key and the to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the simply rage and youthful exuberance
loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon
MC's get taken to with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to 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, thank you, got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of
On the of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me in the fuck are you thinking?
gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
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 nobody for shit, get my face looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To up with the same pace looking boy

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

So you be Thor and be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these I'm totin'
And I should not be
I'm the dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie 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 it's honestly futile if I don't what I do though
For good at once in a while
So I make 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 even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry at me like it's lunchtime
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 when you combine
with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids 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 coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being
And I just bought a new from the future
To just come and ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they played
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
coming at you at supersonic 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 you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are waiting
For the day they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do when get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't how to make songs like that
I don't know words to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm any one of these verses diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I murder 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
of myself, but still hungry
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 it's tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the seat
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the hate
But if you take into the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you I need to be overseas
And a vacation to trip a broad
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?