Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your
But I'm only going to get one chance
Something's wrong, I can it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling 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 like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, nod
Now who thinks their arms are enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat from that rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Bill was still in office
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't really wanna get a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact time I attempt these 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, feel my of attack
Rappers are having a rough period, here's a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing masterpiece as

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

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality I have got
Well, to be the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did but shoot for the moon since
get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new full of students
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Roll Hall of
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 wall of
You fags think 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 a straight 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 thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from label everyday looking boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy
Basically boy you're never be capable
To keep up 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 around the track, me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White God
Kneel before General Zod planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
Let off I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm 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, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I utilize what I do though
For good at least in a while
So I wanna make sure in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough to maybe 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 looking at me like lunchtime
I there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
with the skin color of mine
You get too big and they come trying to,
Censor you like one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers 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 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 from 2004
And I don't know what the fuck you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with cornrows
You're like normal, fuck normal
And I just a new Raygun from the future
To just and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa 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 anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, than never demonstrating
How to a motherfuckin' 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 the way to get 'em motivated
I make music, you make elevator 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
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I don't know how to songs like that
I don't know words to use
Let me when it occurs to you
While I'm any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm hurtin' you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the accolades the skills me
Full of myself, but still
I myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill I speak in tongues
But it's tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm 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 me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, lemonade then
But if I can't the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for
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 and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?