Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

Look, I was gonna go on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can 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 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 be in my genes
I got a in my back pocket
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from rap profit
Made a and a killing off it
Ever since Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
I'm an MC still as
But as and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to 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 F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap
Let me show you maintaining this shit that hard, that hard

want 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 for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but for the moon since
MC's get taken to school 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, thank you, they got
Inspired to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of
though I walk in the church and burst 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 'til I a flock 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 witnessing a
Like you watching a church gathering place 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 looking boy
Hey, boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre 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 with the same looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel 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 General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm
And I should not be
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie
But I got your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch in the arm and pay homage, pupil
me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like lunchtime
I know was a time where once I
Was of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you
Appeal the skin color of mine
You get too big and they come trying 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 from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming through the
You're stuck in a time from 2004 though
And I know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
You're like normal, being normal
And I just bought a new from the future
To just come and ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 on the cable channel
So Ray J went to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a
I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you elevator music
Oh, too mainstream
Well, that's they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs that
I don't what words to use
Let me when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, junky
But look at the accolades the brung 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 in tongues
But still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you take consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and sympathetic to the situation
And understand the
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to them a cake then?
mistake it for Satan
It's a mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and be a retard
Be a Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?