Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was go easy on you and not to hurt your 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 got, like something's 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 people from the front to the nod, back nod
Now who thinks arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my
I got a laptop in my back
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
I'm an MC as honest
But as and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a of faggots and crack it in half
realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to like 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, slap
Let me show you maintaining this ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality 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 to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, got Slim
Inspired to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the Rock n'
Hall of Fame
Even I walk in the church and burst 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 of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get my face looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same 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 racing the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod 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 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 your mom throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil
me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do
For good at once in a while
So I wanna sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case even you unsigned
Rappers are looking at me like it's lunchtime
I there 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,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall LP
One where I to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an coming through the portal
You're stuck in a warp from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the
To come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they played
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J went straight to the 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
I gotta 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 never
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling it's levitating
fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em
I make elevating music, you elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I a hella way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I don't how to make songs like that
I don't know what to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many verses I murder to,
that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my to
And I'm a million above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, 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 there's something I can feel 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 understand the
But fuck it, handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a then?
Don't mistake it for
It's a fatal mistake if you I need to be overseas
And take a to trip a broad
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?