Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to your feelings
But I'm going to get this one chance
wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, 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 are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my
I got a laptop in my pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap
a living and a killing off it
Ever since Clinton was still in office
Monica Lewinsky 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 wanna get a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical stunts while I'm practicing
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
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 rough period, here's a Maxipad
actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing masterpiece as

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

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to for a nuisance
Hit the like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a
Now I lead a new school full of
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 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 the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of
Only Hall of I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
You fags think 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 with a straight face boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place 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 label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace boy

'Cause I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the nod, back nod
The way I'm racing the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no 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 walking dead, but I'm a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common,
I'm a doberman, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil
me, my honesty's brutal
But honestly futile 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 help get people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause you unsigned
Rappers are looking at me like it's lunchtime
I there 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 with the skin of mine
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 and a nine
See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being
And I bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at pad
Singin' to a man while played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable
So Ray J straight to the radio station 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 through to you I'm
Innovative and I'm made of
So that anything you saying 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 fell off, be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when get jealous, they confuse it
not hip hop, it's 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 make songs like
I don't know what 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 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 skills me
Full of myself, but hungry
I bully myself cause I me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues you, ill when I speak 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
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can 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 consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
But it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I to be overseas
And take a vacation to a broad
And make her on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? not, why be a king when you can be a God?