Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get one chance
wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a 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 any chances
You were just what the ordered

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, slap
They said I rap like a robot, so call me

But for me to rap a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat from that rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica feeling on his nut-sack
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 really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a table
Over the of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a
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 from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and exuberance
Everybody loves to for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I lead a new school of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got
Inspired enough to one day up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of
though 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 a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it a straight face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church take place 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 outta my looking boy
boy you're never gonna be capable
To up with the same pace looking boy

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, nod
The way I'm around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the 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 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 zombie
But I got mom deep throating
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 once in a while
So I make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like lunchtime
I know there was a time where I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal 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 where I tried to say I take seven kids from
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but
Morphed into an immortal coming through the
You're stuck in a time from 2004 though
And I don't know the fuck that you rhyme for
You're 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 Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked 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 straight to the station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I do to get it through 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 never
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a like it's levitating
Never fading, and I that the haters are forever waiting
For the day they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em
I make elevating music, you make elevator
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they it
not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't know how to songs like that
I know what words to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove that if half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the the skills brung me
Full of myself, but hungry
I bully myself I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a leagues 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
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want me
asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the
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 to bake them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you I need to be overseas
And a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a