Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Gods

im standin..
for the rap gods..

(andre)
i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew
and maybe thats why 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, like a jet,
my roams off to dallas,
its somethin like cream we hustle on the scene
other mc's and freaks wanna the team
would fly, ride the engines of pimps
the were candy coated, incredible rims
and my dreams of what people sayin, 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 leather and , could that be me?
weed listenin to run DMC?
my repute wass a rap child, of steel
represent with no crew man, life is sealed
add a of all kinds, with gun zippers in em'
see dont last long, we cant wait to spin em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
my women, clown the rest of these hoes
man, my up braid the truth of a rhyme
after on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
im like an angel thats smoken' 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, take far
at the gap, ten by the rap gods
shoot the git, so i blessed it with 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, they they ends,
i said which is why ur payin this then
nickatina, im something like the sailor
dress in red and black, the signs of a raider