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 rock me like porn
flowin like the water in the mississippi
i suppose it grows in the sipper, thank me
to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, a midnight jet,
my soul off to dallas,
its like cream when we hustle on the scene
other and freaks wanna join the team
dealers would fly, ride the engines of
the colors were candy coated, rims
and my dreams of what people sayin, get a job
i realize now it was all the rap
i slither through the like a boa constricter
on my car dashboard got the 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 dont last long, we cant to spin em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, clown the rest of these
man, my up braid the truth of a rhyme
after restin on jeopardy to my lifetime
im an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball legends
triangle, some say sinsanati goes, stars fangle
cold as chris krango, we break hearts
and crack rib praps, trips 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 with ships
the freak, said she hated dope dealers, clock they ends,
i said which is why ur this rapper then
nickatina, im like simbad the sailor
dress in red and black, the true signs of a