Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your
But I'm only going to get this one
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If means, what 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 the doctor ordered

I'm to feel like 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?
They said I rap like a robot, so me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my
I got a in my back pocket
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat from that rap profit
a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a
It's disastrously bad
For the while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

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

Everybody the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I a new school full of students
Me? I'm a of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Hall of Fame
Even though I in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a game 'til I a flock of flames
Off of planking, me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
I'mma work for I have
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're gonna be capable
To keep up the same pace looking boy

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

So you be and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie
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 honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at once in a while
So I wanna make somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me it's lunchtime
I know there was a where once I
Was of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
Appeal with the color of mine
You get too big and here they come to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" the Marshall Mathers LP
One I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away with it now I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal through the portal
You're in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, being normal
And I bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a
What I do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's
Never fading, and I know that the haters are waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be
Cause I know the way to get 'em
I elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make like that
I don't know words to use
Let me know when it to you
While I'm any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove that if half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the accolades the skills me
Full of myself, but hungry
I bully myself cause I me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I 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
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head something I can feel tugging and struggling
fight with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the
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 to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for
It's a mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And a vacation to trip a broad
And make her on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a when you can be a God?