Luyện nghe bài hát I'm God

You know I wanted to be the best
You know I wanted to be God
This is talk
Lil B, yeah

My new name is God, ice cream paint job
Only out in the dim lights, vampire
Shouts out to A.E. for riding in 6-0
Move fast, stick slow, think fast, slow
Dude try to play me, I'm with his bitch bro
Sorry for the cuss words, that, curse more
Bruh did should've been in the Hearse fo'
Now I'm rap shit, gave me somethin' to live fo'
Hit him the P-9, bet it'll make his ribs show
Rap game is too fake, real lay low
Word around town you livin' with a halo
Bet I got killers puttin' on Halo
No Xbox, out to Tune, baby
Free Tune, baby, Rocky, bitch
Free Rocky, free Rocky,
Tune baby, bitch, free

me

Bruh think I'm gay cause I'm grindin' in my tiny
Bet I'm the only goon in these tiny pants
Sending off shots, kickback your wrist jam
Fully-loaded thing on my arm a wristband
You don't want the Space Jam, you're better off to
No, it's no template to touch this, 6 Kiss,
Hands around your neck a necklace
Leave him screwed and chopped, him thinking he in Texas, nigga

Yeah, you know I mean
The mind is so complex when you're
32
to my world
Like I said I been
And it feels to be here now
Finally realized, who's the rapper
(Yes) Lil B

Just cause you a rich rapper don't really mean
I'll come to your crib and clear whole bitch out
And then the swish out, my mouth put the stick out
I can't be high and pussies with my dick out
I guess I'm a show-off, my raincoat off
I'm so wet that a get mad at me
Switch cars, new colors, it raspberry
Got my own website with the
Take it out the bag, stove like Top Ramen
I don't sell coke, my niggas out for me
ain't wanna let me fall off the (balcony)
That's like Mike Vick on the Falcon team
We a faculty, but I'm the leader
I pass you guys, I'm in the
And what's wrong you, this is hip-hop
This that '09 shit, I it Based World

Based
That's I call it, Based World
You know I mean
So just to tell you, a wrap
To that thought they had it
You to think again
your hands up, it's Lil B for Lil Boss
I need all the energy I can

Yeah is what you really want, you got me in the flesh now
No, I'm not stressed out, I'm God, I'm the out
Rap transparent, my glasses
It's incoherent, and no I'm not
I see through you
And from your heartbeat you are soft in the
I'm real on the outside, in the inside, bitch, it's the Westside
Chopper in the trunk, em soaked like a wet slide
It's apartheid, rap is my shit
I'm so sick, I'm so nauseous
Somebody the Earth I'm the best now
tell the ocean I'm the best out
Somebody tell the trees I'm now
Somebody tell the world I'm now
See me in outer space, I'm out of reach
Celebrate for me, I'm for life
a celebration, bitch