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
wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like 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 any chances
You were just what the ordered

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

But for me to rap like a computer be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap
a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in
Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and indecent as all syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a match with this rappidy rap
a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and it in half
Only realized it was I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this 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 their arms are long enough to box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's rage and youthful exuberance
loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did 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, thank you, got Slim
Inspired to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
You fags think it's all a game I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me in the fuck are you thinking?
gay looking boy
So gay I can say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the
And a way to go from your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say boy?
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my looking boy
Basically boy never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to like a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing 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 I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
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 in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's
But it's honestly if I don't utilize what I do though
For at least once in a while
So I wanna sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and get some people through tough times
But I gotta 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 king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of
You get too big and here come trying to,
Censor you like one line I said 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 and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an coming 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
like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new from the future
To come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man they played piano
Man, oh man, was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So that you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, than never demonstrating
How to give a 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, be celebrating
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator
Oh, too mainstream
Well, what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I a hella way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em it
I don't know how to songs like that
I don't what words to use
Let me when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of verses diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How verses I gotta murder to,
that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the accolades the skills me
of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in
But still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the hate
But if you into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to them a cake then?
Don't it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I to be overseas
And take a to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a
Be a king? Think not, why be a when you can be a God?