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 me like porn
like the water in the mississippi 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 we hustle on the scene
other mc's and freaks wanna the team
dealers would fly, ride the engines of
the were candy coated, incredible rims
and my dreams of what sayin, dont get a job
i realize now it was all the rap
i slither through the streets like a boa
on my car dashboard got the pictures
sportin leather and , could that be me?
smokin listenin to run DMC?
my repute wass a rap child, of steel
represent with no crew man, your is sealed
add a of all kinds, with gun zippers in em'
see notes dont long, we cant wait to spin em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, clown the rest of these
man, my up braid the truth of a rhyme
after restin on jeopardy to my grind
im like an thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball legends
triangle, say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle
hand cold as chris krango, we break
and rib praps, take trips 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 said he had a yaght but i dont mess with ships
the freak, she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends,
i said which is why ur this rapper then
nickatina, im like simbad the sailor
dress in red and black, the true signs of a