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 going to get this one
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any
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 enough to slap 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 pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack 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 motherfuckin'
the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was I was signed 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 time period, a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this as

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

Everybody want the key and the to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
Everybody to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school this music
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I a new school 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, up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of
Even I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the of fame
On the of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a of flames
Off of planking, me what in the fuck are you thinking?
gay looking boy
So gay I can say it with a straight face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering place 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 from your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma for everything I have
ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up with the pace 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 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 then I'm reloading immediately with bombs 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 your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage,
me, my honesty's brutal
But it's futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you
Rappers are hungry looking at me like lunchtime
I there 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 when you combine
Appeal with the skin of mine
You get too big and here they come to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a and a nine
See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal through the portal
You're in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the that you rhyme for
You're pointless as with fucking cornrows
You're normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun the future
To just come and ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at 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 station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I do to get it through 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 than demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the are forever waiting
For the day that can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator
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 way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't know how to songs like that
I know what words to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're 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 I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still in cheek, fuck you
I'm so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep 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 with devils, here's what they want from me
They me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred 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, make then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I to bake them a cake then?
Don't it for Satan
It's a mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a 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?