Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

Look, I was gonna go on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get one chance
Something's wrong, I can it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any
You were just what the ordered

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the to the back nod, back nod
Now who their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer be in my genes
I got a in my back pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my of attack
Rappers are a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon
MC's get taken to school with music
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got
enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Hall of Fame
Even I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a of flames
Off of planking, tell me in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a church take place looking boy
Oy vey, boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from your everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for everything I
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White God
before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage,
It's me, my honesty's
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do
For at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin of mine
You get too big and here they trying to,
Censor you like that one line I on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away with it now that I as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming the portal
You're stuck in a time from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as with fucking cornrows
like normal, fuck being normal
And I bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the channel
So Ray J straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics coming at you at speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm
and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm stating, more than never demonstrating
How to a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I a hella way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like
I know what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm hurtin' you
How many verses I murder to,
Prove that if you're as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but hungry
I bully myself I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, you
I'm so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and
Angels fight devils, here's what they want from me
asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a then?
Don't it for Satan
It's a fatal if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a
And make her fall on her face and be a retard
Be a Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?