Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Gods

im standin..
for the rap gods..

(andre)
i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew
and thats why mc's rock me like porn
flowin like the water in the river
i suppose it 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 cream when we on the scene
other mc's and wanna join the team
would fly, ride the engines of pimps
the colors candy coated, incredible rims
and my dreams of what people sayin, get a job
i realize now it was all the rap
i slither the streets like a boa constricter
on my car dashboard got the pictures
leather and energy , could that be me?
smokin listenin to run DMC?
my repute wass a rap child, of steel
with 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 of these hoes
man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme
after restin on 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 bang goes, fangle
hand cold as chris krango, we hearts
and rib praps, take 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 block the sun, like a
my homie said he had a but i dont mess with 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