Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was go easy 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, Slim Shady, on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know
If that means, what I 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 like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long 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 go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap
Made a and a killing off it
Ever Bill Clinton was still in office
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
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 pissing match with this rap
a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt 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 it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of
Rappers are having a rough period, here's a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing masterpiece as

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

want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply 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 school with music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a
Now I lead a new school of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Roll of Fame
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 of shame
You think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a church take place looking boy
Oy vey, boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up with the pace looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no 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 talking head, a floating
But I got mom deep throating
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 honestly if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's
I know there was a time once 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 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 tried to say I seven 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 as big as I was, but I've
Morphed an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time 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, being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he like a fag at Maywhether's pad
to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama 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 anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator
Oh, he's too
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
With rock, rap with Doc
on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like
I don't know what to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm 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, junky
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 million leagues above you, ill when I in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm in the front seat
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's they want from me
They asking me to eliminate of the women hate
But if you take into the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, lemonade then
But if I can't batter the 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 trip a
And make her fall on her face and don't be a
Be a Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?