Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt feelings
But I'm only to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can it (Six minutes, Slim 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 as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, 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 a computer must be in my genes
I got a in my back pocket
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap
a living and a killing 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 wanna get into a pissing match this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin'
Over the back of a couple of faggots and it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my of attack
are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing masterpiece as

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

want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
Everybody loves to root for a
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 bust a
Now I lead a new full of students
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, got Slim
Inspired enough to one day up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Hall of Fame
Even though I in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you
gay looking boy
So gay I can say it with 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 thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from label everyday looking boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To up with the same pace looking 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 around the track, me Nascar, Nascar
Dale of the trailer park, the White Trash God
before General 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 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 least in a while
So I wanna sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
rhymes 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
are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a 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 you combine
with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here come trying to,
Censor you 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 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 stuck in a time warp from 2004
And I don't know what the fuck that you for
pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the
To just come and shoot ya like when made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they piano
Man, oh man, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
coming 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 of rubber
So anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the are forever waiting
For the day they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you elevator music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like
I don't what 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 verses I murder to,
Prove if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still
I bully cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in
But it's still tongue in cheek, you
I'm drunk so Satan the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what want from me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the
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 bake them a cake
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you I need to be overseas
And take a to trip a broad
And make her on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?