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)
a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I it means, we're 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 people the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
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 wanna get a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in
Only realized it was ironic I was 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
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this as

I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, box?
Let me show you maintaining shit ain't 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
Everybody loves to for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but for the moon since
get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, you, they got Slim
enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' 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 think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, me what in the fuck are you thinking?
gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a church gathering take looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, all they say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your everyday 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 my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To keep up with the pace looking boy

'Cause I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front 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 Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and 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 dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do
For at least once in a while
So I wanna make somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's
I know there was a where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes you combine
Appeal with the color of mine
You get too big and here come trying to,
you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from 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 I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004
And I don't know what the that you rhyme for
You're pointless as with fucking cornrows
like normal, fuck being normal
And I just a new Raygun from the future
To just come and ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a special on the cable 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 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 ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than demonstrating
How to a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I off, they'd be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, he's too
Well, what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to songs like that
I don't what words to use
Let me when it occurs to you
I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the 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 still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want me
They asking me to eliminate some of the 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 the discrimination
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 if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a
And her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a