Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one
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 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 the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who their 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 in my back pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat from that rap profit
Made a living and a off it
Ever since Bill was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, 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 same time 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 and crack it in half
realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a time period, here's a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to like 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 shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I got
Well, to be truthful the simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
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
Inspired enough to one day up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the Rock n'
Roll Hall of
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the of fame
On the of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a 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 take place looking 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 your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm to feel 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 Earnhardt of the park, the White Trash God
Kneel 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 these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a head, a zombie floating
But I got mom deep throating
I'm out my noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my brutal
But it's 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
are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know 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 when you combine
Appeal with the skin of mine
You get too big and here come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven from Columbine
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
into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel fucking cornrows
like normal, fuck being normal
And I bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Fab said 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 straight to the radio station the very day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics coming at you at speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma 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 that anything you ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's
Never fading, and I that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, he's too
Well, what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em 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 ripping any one of verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove that if you're 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 cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, you
I'm so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but
But in my head there's something I can tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's they 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 patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
But fuck it, handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a mistake if you think 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 you can be a God?