Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Gods

im standin..
for the rap gods..

(andre)
i tried to wings but, i think i grew horns
and thats why mc's rock me like porn
flowin the water in the mississippi river
i it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me
to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a jet,
my soul off to dallas,
its somethin like cream when we hustle on the
other mc's and wanna join the team
would fly, ride the engines of pimps
the colors were candy coated, incredible
and my of what people sayin, dont get a job
i realize now it was all the rap
i slither through the streets like a boa
on my car got the gangsta pictures
leather and energy , could that be me?
smokin weed listenin to run
my wass a rap child, emotions of steel
represent no crew man, your life is sealed
add a of all kinds, with gun zippers in em'
see notes last long, we cant wait to spin em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, clown the rest of hoes
man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme
after restin on jeopardy to my lifetime
im like an thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball legends
triangle, some say bang goes, stars fangle
hand cold as chris krango, we hearts
and crack rib praps, take far
at the gap, ten by the rap gods
shoot the git, so i blessed it with weed, bacon, eggs and grits
i can block the sun, like a
my homie said he had a but i dont mess with ships
the freak, said she hated dope dealers, they they ends,
i which is why ur payin this rapper then
nickatina, im something like the sailor
dress in red and black, the signs of a raider