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 porn
like the water in the mississippi river
i suppose it grows in the 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 we hustle on the scene
other and freaks wanna join the team
dealers would fly, the engines of pimps
the colors candy coated, incredible rims
and my dreams of 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 dashboard got the gangsta
leather and energy , could that be me?
smokin weed to run DMC?
my repute wass a rap child, of steel
with no crew man, your life is sealed
add a two's of all kinds, gun zippers in em'
see notes last long, we cant wait to spin em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, clown the rest of these
man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme
after restin on jeopardy to my lifetime
im an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball legends
triangle, some say sinsanati goes, stars fangle
hand 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 some weed, bacon, eggs and
i can block the sun, like a
my homie said he had a yaght but i mess with ships
the freak, said she dope dealers, they clock they ends,
i which is why ur payin this rapper then
nickatina, im something like simbad the
in red and black, the true signs of a raider