Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God (french version)

Look, I was gonna go on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only 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 something's about to happen, but I don't know
If that means, what I think it means, 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 to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my
I got a laptop in my back
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot that rap profit
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 wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat while I'm practicing
That I'll be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of
are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing masterpiece as

I'm beginning to 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 box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I got
Well, to be truthful the 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 with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to a rhyme
Now I lead a new 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 enough to one day grow up, up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of
Only Hall of Fame I be in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a church take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all say looking boy
You get a up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday boy
Hey, looking boy, you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre boy
I'mma work for I have
ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be
To keep up the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar,
Dale Earnhardt of the park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this 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 I'm totin'
And I should not be
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a floating
But I got your mom throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage,
It's me, my brutal
But it's honestly if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry at me like it's lunchtime
I there 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 with the skin color of
You get too big and here come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids 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 immortal coming the portal
You're stuck in a time from 2004 though
And I don't know the fuck that you rhyme for
You're as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're normal, fuck being normal
And I bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while played piano
Man, oh man, that was a special on the cable channel
So Ray J went to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama duma lamaa 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 stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a like it's levitating
Never fading, and I that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be
Cause I the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make music
Oh, he's too
Well, what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a way to fuse it
With rock, rap with Doc
Throw on Lose and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs that
I don't know words to use
Let me know it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta to,
Prove that if you're half as at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But look at the the skills brung me
of myself, but still hungry
I myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what want from me
They me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
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 cake
Don't 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 king? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?