Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Gods

im standin..
for the rap gods..

(andre)
i tried to earn but, i think i grew horns
and maybe why mc's rock me like porn
flowin like the water in the mississippi
i it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me
to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, a midnight jet,
my soul off to dallas,
its somethin like when we hustle on the scene
other mc's and freaks wanna join the
dealers fly, ride the engines of pimps
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 streets like a boa
on my car dashboard got the pictures
sportin leather and , could that be me?
smokin listenin to run DMC?
my repute a rap child, emotions of steel
represent no crew man, your life is sealed
add a two's of all kinds, gun zippers in em'
see notes dont last long, we wait to spin em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, clown the of these hoes
man, my festive up the truth of a rhyme
after on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
im an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends
triangle, some say sinsanati 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 some weed, bacon, eggs and grits
i can block the sun, a solar-eclipse
my homie said he had a yaght but i dont with ships
the freak, said she dope dealers, they clock they ends,
i said which is why ur payin this then
nickatina, im something like the sailor
dress in red and black, the true of a raider