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, Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, 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 bananas as you say, I'm not any chances
You were what the doctor ordered

I'm to feel 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 box, slap box?
said I rap like 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 go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
Made a living and a off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was in office
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as and indecent 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, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a 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 drop F-bombs, 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 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 long enough to slap box, box?
Let me show you this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
Everybody loves to for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but for the moon since
MC's get taken to school this music
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and 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 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the are you thinking?
gay looking boy
So gay I can say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get my face looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up with the pace looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the nod, back nod
The way I'm around the track, call me Nascar, 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 I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
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 mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil
me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly if I don't utilize what I do though
For at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and
rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like lunchtime
I there 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 sometimes when you
Appeal the skin color of mine
You get too big and they come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" 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 with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but
Morphed into an coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from though
And I know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck normal
And I just bought a new Raygun the future
To come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at pad
to a man while they 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"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm
and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, than never demonstrating
How to a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose it
I know how to make songs like that
I know what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But at the accolades 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 above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the seat
Bumping 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 they want from me
They asking me to eliminate 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 understand the
But it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be
And take a vacation to a broad
And make her on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a when you can be a God?