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 I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, 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 the doctor ordered

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

But for me to rap like a computer be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back
My pen'll go off when I it
Got a fat knot from rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
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 get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin'
Over the of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing masterpiece as

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

Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did but shoot for the moon since
MC's get to school with this music
Cause I use it as a 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 up, blow up and be in a position
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 Fame I be in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, me what in the fuck are you thinking?
gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking 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 back nod, nod
The way I'm racing the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White 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 immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
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 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
rhymes to maybe to try and help 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 once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Monch grind
So I rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come to,
Censor you that one line I said 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 with it now that I as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming through the
You're stuck in a time warp from though
And I don't know what the that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
You're like normal, being normal
And I just bought a new from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J went to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma you assuming I'm a human
What I do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll to you
I'm never stating, more 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 that they can say I off, they'd be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator
Oh, too mainstream
Well, what they do when they 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 and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to songs like that
I don't what words to use
Let me know when it to you
I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I in tongues
But it's tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, 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 fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make 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 fatal mistake if you think I need to be
And a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her and don't be a retard
Be a king? not, why be a king when you can be a God?