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 thats why mc's rock me like
like the water in the mississippi river
i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, 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 join the team
would fly, ride the engines of pimps
the were candy coated, incredible rims
and my of what people sayin, dont get a job
i now it was all the rap gods
i slither the streets like a boa constricter
on my car got the gangsta pictures
sportin and energy , could that be me?
smokin weed to run DMC?
my repute wass a rap child, emotions of
represent no crew man, your life is sealed
add a two's of all kinds, gun zippers 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 these
man, my up braid the truth of a rhyme
after on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
im an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball legends
triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars
hand cold as chris krango, we break
and rib praps, take trips far
shop at the gap, ten by the rap
shoot the git, so i blessed it 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, they clock ends,
i said which is why ur payin rapper then
nickatina, im something like simbad the
dress in red and black, the true signs of a