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)
a feeling 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 taking any
You were what 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 thinks their arms are enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my
I got a laptop in my pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match 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 still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and it in half
Only it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a time period, here's a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

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

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful
loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, you, they got Slim
Inspired 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 I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
You fags think all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from your everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To keep up the same pace looking boy

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

So you be and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these I'm totin'
And I should not be
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common,
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
me, my honesty's brutal
But it's futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For at least once 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 through times
But I gotta a few punchlines just in case cause even 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 I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
Appeal the skin color of mine
You get too big and they come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a and a nine
See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you for
You're pointless as with fucking cornrows
like 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 they piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the next 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 do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm 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 give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling 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 elevating music, you make music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't how to make songs like that
I don't know words to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill
But look at the accolades the brung me
Full of myself, but still
I bully myself cause I me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill I speak 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, chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
fight with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the 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, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake
Don't mistake it for
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 Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?