Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to your feelings
But I'm only to get this one chance
wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't what
If means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not any chances
You were what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the to the back nod, back nod
Now who their arms are long enough to slap 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 pocket
My pen'll go off when I it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and as all hell 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 back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep,
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts I'm practicing
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of and crack it in half
Only it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough period, here's a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the wack I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

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

Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to with this music
I use it as a vehicle 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 to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the and burst in a ball of flames
Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think all a game 'til I walk 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 witnessing a
Like you watching a church gathering take 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
work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To keep up with the same pace boy

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

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these 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 your mom deep
I'm out my noodle, we have 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 if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where I
Was king of the underground, but I rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes you combine
Appeal the skin color of mine
You get too big and here come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but
Morphed an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a warp from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're normal, fuck being normal
And I just a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like Fabolous made Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you 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 ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling it's levitating
Never fading, and I know 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 elevating music, you make music
Oh, he's too
Well, what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs that
I don't know what 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 many I gotta murder to,
Prove if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the accolades the skills me
of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I 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 so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and
Angels fight with devils, here's they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women
But if you into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's 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
a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to a broad
And make her on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?