Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Gods

im standin..
for the rap gods..

(andre)
i to earn wings but, i think i grew horns
and maybe thats why mc's rock me like
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 when we hustle on the scene
other mc's and freaks join the team
dealers would fly, ride the engines of
the were candy coated, incredible rims
and my dreams of what people sayin, get a job
i now it was all the rap gods
i slither through the streets a boa constricter
on my car dashboard got the gangsta
sportin leather and energy , could be me?
weed listenin to run DMC?
my repute wass a rap child, of steel
represent no crew man, your life is sealed
add a two's of all kinds, with gun in em'
see notes dont 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 the truth of a rhyme
after restin on to my lifetime grind
im like an angel thats high smoken' weed up in
as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends
triangle, say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle
hand as chris krango, we break hearts
and crack rib praps, take far
at the gap, ten by the rap gods
shoot the git, so i it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits
i can the sun, like a solar-eclipse
my homie said he had a yaght but i dont mess ships
the freak, said she hated dope dealers, clock they ends,
i said which is why ur payin this then
nickatina, im something simbad the sailor
dress in red and black, the true of a raider