Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your
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 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 were just what the ordered

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long 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 laptop in my pocket
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was in office
With Monica 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 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 stunts while I'm
That still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in
Only it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath 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
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully this masterpiece as

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

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I a new school full of students
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac 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 induct them into the Rock n'
Hall of Fame
Even I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of
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 barely say it with a face looking boy
You a massacre
you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that 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, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face boy
Basically boy you're never be capable
To keep up with the same pace boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel 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
Dale Earnhardt of the park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard,

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
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 head, a zombie floating
But I got mom deep throating
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 brutal
But honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a
So I wanna make somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in cause even you unsigned
Rappers are looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where 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 the skin color of mine
You get too big and here come trying to,
you like 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 I ain't as big as I was, but I've
into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp 2004 though
And I don't know what the that you rhyme for
You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the
To just come and shoot ya like 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, that was a special 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, lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it to you I'm superhuman
and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and glue to you
I'm never stating, than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling it's levitating
fading, and I know that the haters 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, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to it
With rock, shock rap Doc
on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs that
I know what words to use
Let me know it occurs 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 as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but hungry
I bully cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
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 some of the women
But if you take into the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the
And understand the
But it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for
a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a
And make her fall on her and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a