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 going to get one chance
Something's wrong, I can it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If means, what I think 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 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 slap box, 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 in my back pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was in office
With Monica Lewinsky 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 a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be to break a motherfuckin' 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 time period, a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this as

I'm beginning to like 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 this shit that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody to root for a nuisance
Hit the like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, you, they got Slim
enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Roll Hall of
Even though I in the church 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, tell me what in the fuck are you
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church 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 your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face boy
Basically boy you're never be capable
To keep up with the same looking 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 the track, call 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 be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
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 talking head, a zombie
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 it's honestly futile if I don't utilize I do though
For at least once in a while
So I wanna sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in cause even you unsigned
are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you
Appeal with the 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 with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed an immortal coming through the portal
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 cornrows
You're normal, fuck being normal
And I just a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab 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 next day
"Hey, Fab, kill 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 you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make music, you make elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, what they do when they get jealous, they confuse 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 songs like that
I know what words to use
Let me when 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 that if half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But look at the the skills brung me
Full of myself, but hungry
I myself 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 still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but
But in my head there's something I can feel and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
But fuck it, life's you lemons, make 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 think I to be overseas
And take a vacation to a broad
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