Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your
But I'm only to get this one chance
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 bananas as you say, I'm not any chances
You were just what the doctor

I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back 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 a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
Made a living and a off it
Ever Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and indecent as all syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't really 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 attempt these acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a table
the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is 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 constructing this as

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, nod
Now who their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply and youthful exuberance
Everybody to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to with this music
Cause I use it as a to bust 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, they got
enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a game 'til I 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 gathering place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To keep up the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar,
Dale of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off I'm reloading immediately with these bombs 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 deep
I'm out my noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage,
It's me, my honesty's
But it's honestly futile if I don't what I do though
For good at least 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 in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of
You get too big and here they 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 take seven kids from
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 an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time from 2004 though
And I know 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 just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous Ray J mad
'Cause Fab he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J went to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you I'm a human
What I do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll to you
I'm stating, more than never demonstrating
How to a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, be celebrating
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make music, you make elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I a hella way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I don't know how to make like that
I don't know words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still
I bully myself I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in
But still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the hate
But if you take into consideration the hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more 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 them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for
a fatal mistake 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? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?