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 why mc's rock me like porn
like the water in the mississippi river
i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, me
to do a show, and we to do a palace, like a midnight jet,
my roams off to dallas,
its somethin cream when we hustle on the scene
other mc's and freaks join the team
dealers would fly, ride the of pimps
the colors candy coated, incredible rims
and my dreams of what people sayin, get a job
i now it was all the rap gods
i slither through the like a boa constricter
on my car dashboard got the gangsta
leather and energy , could that be me?
smokin listenin to run DMC?
my repute a rap child, emotions of steel
represent with no crew man, your life is
add a two's of all kinds, with gun in em'
see notes dont last long, we cant wait to em'
oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and
maintain my women, the rest of these hoes
man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme
after restin on to my lifetime grind
im like an angel thats smoken' weed up in heaven
we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball legends
triangle, some say sinsanati goes, stars fangle
hand cold as chris krango, we hearts
and rib praps, take trips far
at the gap, ten by the rap gods
shoot the git, so i it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits
i can block the sun, like a
my homie he had a yaght but i dont mess with ships
the freak, said she hated dealers, they clock they ends,
i said which is why ur payin rapper then
nickatina, im something like the sailor
dress in red and black, the true of a raider