Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

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

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to box, slap box?
They I rap like a robot, so call 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 Clinton was still in
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 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 these lyrical stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a table
Over the back of a couple of and crack it in half
realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a time period, here's a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, nod
Now who thinks arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit that hard, that hard

Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the like 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 school full of
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, 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 into the Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of
Only Hall of Fame I be 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 with a straight looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from your label looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To keep up with the same pace boy

'Cause I'm beginning to 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 park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with 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 in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's
But it's honestly futile if I utilize what I do though
For good at once in a while
So I wanna make sure in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get people through tough times
But I gotta a few punchlines just in case 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 Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes you combine
Appeal with the skin color of
You get too big and here come trying to,
Censor you like that one I said 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 and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but
Morphed into an immortal coming through the
You're stuck in a warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you for
You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck normal
And I just bought a new Raygun the future
To come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at pad
Singin' to a man while played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable
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 gotta do to get it to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So that anything you saying off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the 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, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do 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 how to make songs like that
I don't what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But at the accolades 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 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
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they from me
asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter that I had
Then you may be a patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I to be overseas
And take a to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a