Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

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

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my
I got a laptop in my back
My pen'll go off I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Bill was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
I'm an MC still as
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of 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
actually disastrously bad
For the while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap
Let me show you this shit ain't that 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 nothing but shoot for the since
MC's get to school with this music
I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, you, they got Slim
Inspired to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' n'
Roll of Fame
Even though I walk in the and burst in a ball of flames
Only of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you
gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a face looking boy
You a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take looking boy
Oy vey, that gay, that's all they 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 face boy
Basically boy you're gonna be capable
To keep up the same pace looking boy

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

So you be and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading with these bombs I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a head, a zombie floating
But I got mom deep throating
I'm out my noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
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 make sure somewhere 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 in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry at me like 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 skin color of
You get too big and here they come to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from
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 through the portal
stuck 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 just bought a new Raygun the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous Ray J mad
'Cause Fab he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they piano
Man, oh man, that was a special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma you assuming I'm a human
I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's
Never fading, and I that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, he's too
Well, that's what they do when get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't how to make songs like that
I know what words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But look at the the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still
I bully cause 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 in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, chunky, but funky
But in my head there's I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter that I had
you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be
And take a vacation to a broad
And make her fall on her and don't be a retard
Be a Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?