Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling got, like something's 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 as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor

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 enough to box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my
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 Bill 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 with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a table
Over the back of a of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was 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 period, here's a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the while I'm masterfully constructing this 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, box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality I have got
Well, to be truthful the simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but for the moon since
MC's get taken to with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I lead a new school of students
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 up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of
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 what in the 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 church gathering place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're gonna be capable
To keep up with the pace looking boy

I'm beginning 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 White God
Kneel 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 with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
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 nothing in common, poodle
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 utilize I do though
For good at least in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough
But I gotta keep a few just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me it's lunchtime
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 when you
Appeal with the skin of mine
You get too big and here they come to,
Censor you like that one line I on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I to say I take seven kids from 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 immortal coming the portal
You're stuck in a time warp 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck normal
And I just bought a new from the future
To come and shoot 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, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm 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 audience a feeling like it's levitating
fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em
I make elevating music, you make elevator
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like
I know what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove if you're 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 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 wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, what they want from me
They asking me to some 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 bake them a cake
Don't it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you I need to be overseas
And a vacation to trip a broad
And her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?