Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Gods

im standin..
for the rap gods..

(andre)
i tried to earn but, i think i grew horns
and maybe thats why mc's rock me porn
flowin like the water in the mississippi
i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, me
to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a jet,
my soul off to dallas,
its somethin like cream we hustle on the scene
mc's and freaks wanna join the team
dealers would fly, the engines of pimps
the colors were candy coated, rims
and my of what people sayin, dont get a job
i realize now it was all the rap
i slither through the streets a boa constricter
on my car dashboard got the pictures
sportin leather and energy , could be me?
smokin weed listenin to run
my repute wass a rap child, emotions of
with no crew man, your life is sealed
add a two's of all kinds, with gun in em'
see notes dont last long, we cant to spin em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, clown the rest of hoes
man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme
restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
im like an angel thats high smoken' up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball legends
triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars
cold as chris krango, we break hearts
and rib praps, take trips far
shop at the gap, ten by the rap
shoot the git, so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and
i can the sun, like a solar-eclipse
my homie said he had a but i dont mess with ships
the freak, said she dope dealers, they clock they ends,
i said which is why ur this rapper then
nickatina, im something like the sailor
dress in red and black, the true signs of a