Luyện nghe bài hát Rap God

Look, I was go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's 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 as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You just what the doctor ordered

I'm to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the 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 be in my genes
I got a laptop in my pocket
My go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from rap profit
Made a living and a off it
Ever since Bill was still in office
With Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hip hop
You don't wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep,
The exact same I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to a motherfuckin' table
Over the of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath 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, here's a
It's actually bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my people the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap like I have got
Well, to be the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a
Hit the earth an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
get taken to school 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 of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a
To meet Run DMC and them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll of Fame
though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of
On the wall of
You fags think it's all a game 'til I a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight looking boy
You witnessing a
Like you watching a gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, 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 looking
I got a "hell yeah" Dre looking boy
I'mma for everything I have
Never ask for shit, get outta my face looking boy
boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel a Rap God, Rap God
All my from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod 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 I'm totin'
And I not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a floating
But I got your mom deep
I'm out my ramen noodle, we nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's
But it's honestly if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a
So I wanna make somewhere in this chicken 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 cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me it's lunchtime
I know there was a time once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but when you combine
with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but
Morphed into an immortal coming the portal
You're stuck in a time warp 2004 though
And I don't what the fuck that you rhyme for
pointless 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 Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they played
Man, oh man, that was a special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the next day
"Hey, Fab, kill you"
Lyrics at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you I'm a human
I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of
So that you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, be celebrating
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 they get jealous, they 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 Yourself and 'em lose it
I don't know how to make like that
I don't know words to use
Let me when it occurs to you
While I'm any one of these verses diverse as you
curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the brung me
Full of myself, but hungry
I bully myself 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 tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan 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 with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter that I had
Then you may be a little and more sympathetic to the situation
And the discrimination
But it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for
It's a fatal if you think I need to be overseas
And a vacation to trip a broad
And make her on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king you can be a God?