Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Gods

im standin..
for the rap gods..

(andre)
i tried to earn wings but, i think i horns
and maybe thats why mc's 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 to do a palace, like a midnight jet,
my soul off to dallas,
its somethin like cream when we hustle on the
other mc's and freaks join the team
dealers fly, ride the engines of pimps
the colors were coated, incredible rims
and my dreams of people sayin, dont get a job
i now it was all the rap gods
i through the streets like a boa constricter
on my car got the gangsta pictures
sportin leather and energy , that be me?
smokin listenin to run DMC?
my repute a rap child, emotions of steel
represent with no crew man, your life is
add a two's of all kinds, gun zippers in em'
see notes dont last long, we cant wait to em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, clown the rest of hoes
man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme
after on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
im like an angel thats smoken' weed up in heaven
we're as as reverends, b-ball playground legends
triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars
cold as chris krango, we break hearts
and rib praps, take trips far
at the gap, ten by the rap gods
shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and
i can the sun, like a solar-eclipse
my homie said he had a yaght but i dont mess with
the freak, said she dope dealers, they clock they ends,
i said which is why ur payin rapper then
nickatina, im something like the sailor
dress in red and black, the true of a raider