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 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 something's about to happen, but I know what
If that means, I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not any chances
You were just the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to like 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?
said 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 when I it
Got a fat from that rap profit
Made a living and a off it
since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really get into 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 attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin'
Over the back of a couple of 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 F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a time period, here's a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece 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 enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap like I have got
Well, to be the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
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
enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a of flames
Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
You fags it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label looking boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up the same 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 the track, call me Nascar, 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 immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a head, a zombie floating
But I got mom deep throating
I'm out my noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's
But it's futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken I scribble and doodle
Enough to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me 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 here they come to,
you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but
into an immortal coming through the portal
You're in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you for
pointless 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 like Fabolous made Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable
So Ray J went straight to the station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you 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 ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling it's levitating
Never fading, and I that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Yourself and make 'em lose it
I know how to make songs like that
I don't know words to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I murder to,
Prove that if half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the the skills brung me
of myself, but still hungry
I bully 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 it's tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan 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 fight with devils, here's what they from me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't it for Satan
It's a fatal if you think I need to be overseas
And take a to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and be a retard
Be a king? not, why be a king when you can be a God?