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 me like porn
flowin like the in the mississippi river
i suppose it grows in the sipper, thank me
to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, a midnight jet,
my roams off to dallas,
its somethin cream when we hustle on the scene
other mc's and freaks wanna the team
dealers would fly, ride the engines of
the colors were candy coated, incredible
and my of what people sayin, dont get a job
i now it was all the rap gods
i slither through the streets like a boa
on my car dashboard got the gangsta
sportin leather and energy , could be me?
smokin weed to run DMC?
my repute a rap child, emotions of steel
represent with no crew man, your is sealed
add a two's of all kinds, with gun 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 festive up the truth of a rhyme
after on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
im like an angel thats high weed up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground
triangle, some say bang goes, stars fangle
cold as chris krango, we break hearts
and crack rib praps, trips far
shop at the gap, ten by the rap
shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, and grits
i can block the sun, like a
my said he had a yaght 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 simbad the sailor
dress in red and black, the true signs of a