Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt feelings
But I'm going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like 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 as you say, I'm not taking 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 slap box, box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me

But for me to rap a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my pocket
My pen'll go off when I it
Got a fat knot from 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 still as
But as and indecent 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 while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my of attack
Rappers are a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the while I'm masterfully constructing 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 want the key and the secret to rap immortality I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to 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, you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, up and be in a position
To Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and in a ball of flames
Only Hall of I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of
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 gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
work for everything I have
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To up with the same pace looking boy

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the 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 and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm
And I not be woken
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 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 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 scribble and
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 it's lunchtime
I know was a time where once I
Was of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I rhymes, but sometimes when 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" the Marshall Mathers LP
One I tried 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 through the portal
stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being
And I just bought a new Raygun the future
To just come and shoot ya when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a
What I do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm of rubber
So anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's
Never fading, and I know that the haters are waiting
For the day they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's 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
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose it
I know how to make songs like that
I don't know words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm any one of these verses diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the accolades the brung me
Full of myself, but still
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 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 tugging and struggling
Angels with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you take consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make then
But if I batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't 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 and don't be a retard
Be a Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?