Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Gods

im standin..
for the rap gods..

(andre)
i to earn wings but, i think i grew horns
and maybe thats why mc's rock me like
flowin the water in the mississippi river
i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, me
to do a show, and we to do a palace, like a midnight jet,
my roams off to dallas,
its somethin like when we hustle on the scene
mc's and freaks wanna join the team
dealers would fly, ride the engines of
the colors were candy coated, rims
and my dreams of what sayin, dont get a job
i now it was all the rap gods
i slither through the like a boa constricter
on my car got the gangsta pictures
leather and energy , could that be me?
smokin weed to run DMC?
my wass 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 long, we cant wait to spin em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, the rest of these hoes
man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme
after on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
im like an thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, playground legends
triangle, say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle
hand cold as chris krango, we break
and crack rib praps, take far
shop at the gap, ten by the rap
shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, and grits
i can block the sun, like a
my homie said he had a yaght but i dont mess with
the freak, said she hated dealers, they clock they ends,
i said which is why ur payin rapper then
nickatina, im something like simbad the
dress in red and black, the true of a raider