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Lời bài hát Rap God – Eminem

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I’m only goin’ to get this one chance (six minutes, six minutes)
Something’s wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
Just a feelin’ I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what (six minutes, six, six minutes)
If that means what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big trouble
And if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not takin’ any chances (you are just what the doc ordered)
I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes, I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it, got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin’ and a killin’ off it, ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his – sack
I’m an MC still as honest, but as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill ’em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop, you don’t really wanna get into a pissin’ match
With this rappity brat, packin’ a MAC in the back of the Ac’, backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicin’ that
I’ll still be able to break a mother- table over the back of a couple of – and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad
It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack while I’m masterfully constructin’ this masterpièce
‘Cause I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin’ this sh- ain’t that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s, simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothin’ but shoot for the Moon since (pew)
MCs get taken to school with this music ’cause I use it as a vehicle to, “Bus the rhyme”
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I’m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run–D.M.C., and induct them into the mother-
Rock and Roll Hall of Fame even though I’ll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)
You – think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the – are you thinkin’?
Little g-lookin’ boy, so g- I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin’ boy (haha)
You’re witnessin’ a mass-occur like you’re watchin’ a church gatherin’ take place, lookin’ boy
“Oy vey, that boy’s g-“, that’s all they say, lookin’ boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back and a, “Way to go” from your label every day, lookin’ boy
Hey, lookin’ boy, what you say, lookin’ boy? I get a, “Hell yeah” from Dre, lookin’ boy
I’ma work for everythin’ I have, never asked nobody for s-, get outta my face, lookin’ boy
Basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause
I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I’m racin’ around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod, this planet’s Krypton, no, Asgard, Asgard
So you’ll be Thor, and I’ll be Odin, you rodent, I’m omnipotent
Let off, then I’m reloadin’, immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walkin’ dead, but I’m just a talkin’ head, a zombie floatin’, but I got your mom deep-
I’m out my Ramen Noodle, we have nothin’ in common, poodle
I’m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It’s me, my honesty’s brutal
But it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do though
For good, at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ’cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin’ at me like it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I was king of the underground
But I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin’ to censor you like that one line
I said on, “I’m Back” from The Mathers LP 1 when I tried to say I’ll take seven k- from Columbine
Put ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9
See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m
Morphin’ into an immortal, comin’ through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don’t know what the f- that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel with -ckin’ cornrows
You write normal? F- bein’ normal
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
‘Cause Fab said he looked like a – at Mayweather’s pad singin’ to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station, the very next day, “Hey Fab, I’ma kill you”
Lyrics comin’ at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin’ I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I’m superhuman
Innovative and I’m made of rubber so that anythin’ you say is ricochetin’ off of me, and it’ll glue to you and
I’m devastatin’, more than ever demonstratin’, how to give a mother- audience a feelin’ like it’s levitatin’
Never fadin’ and I know the haters are forever waitin’ for the day that they can say I fell off, they’ll be celebratin’
‘Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated, I make elevatin’ music, you make elevator music
“Oh, he’s too mainstream”, well, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
“It’s not hip-hop, it’s pop” ’cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc, throw on “Lose Yourself” and make ’em lose it
“I don’t know how to make songs like that, I don’t know what words to use”
Let me know when it occurs to you while I’m rippin’ any one of these verses that versus you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you, how many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs, you could sacrifice virgins too?
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie, but look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself ’cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I’m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it’s still tongue-in-cheek, f- you
I’m drunk, so, Satan, take the f- wheel, I’ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin’ Heavy D and the Boyz, still “Chunky but Funky”
But in my head there’s somethin’ I can feel tuggin’ and strugglin’
Angels fight with devils and here’s what they want from me
They’re askin’ me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient, and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But -uck it, life’s handin’ you lemons? Make lemonade then
But if I can’t batter the women
How the fu- am I supposed to bake ’em a cake, then?
Don’t mistake him for Satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Don’t be a -ard, be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?

Hợp âm Rap God – Eminem

[Gm]Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
[Gm]But I’m only going to get this one chance
[Gm]Something’s wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
[Gm]Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what
[Gm]If that means, what I think it means, we’re
in trouble, big trouble, and if he is as bananas as you say,
I’m not taking any chances
[Gm]You were just what the doctor ordered

(HOOK)
[Gm]I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
[Gm]All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
[Gm]Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
[Gm]They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

[Gm]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
[Gm]I got a laptop in my back pocket
[Gm]My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it
[Gm]Got a fat knot from that rap profit
[Gm]Made a living and a killing off it
[Gm]Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
[Gm]With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
[Gm]I’m an MC still as honest
[Gm]But as rude and as indecent as all hell
[Gm]Syllables, killaholic (Kill ’em all with)
[Gm]This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip-hop
[Gm]You don’t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
[Gm]Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yep, yackity-yak
[Gm]Now at the exact same time
[Gm]I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that
[Gm]I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
[Gm]Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
[Gm]Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
[Gm]How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
[Gm]Rappers are having a rough time period, here’s a maxipad
[Gm]It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack
[Gm]While I’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

(HOOK)
[Gm]I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
[Gm]All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
[Gm]Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
[Gm]Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard, that hard

[Gm]Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
[Gm]Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s simply rage and youthful exuberance
[Gm]Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
[Gm]Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
[Gm]MC’s get taken to school with this music
[Gm]Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
[Gm]Now I lead a new school full of students
[Gm]Me? I’m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
[Gm]-W.A, Cube, Hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
[Gm]Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
[Gm]To meet Run DMC, induct them, into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’
[Gm]Roll Hall of Fame
[Gm]Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
[Gm]Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
[Gm]On the wall of shame
[Gm]You fags think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flames
[Gm]Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
[Gm]Little gay looking boy
[Gm]So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
[Gm]You witnessing a massacre
[Gm]Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
[Gm]Oy vey, that boy’s gay, that’s all they say looking boy
[Gm]You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
[Gm]And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
[Gm]Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
[Gm]I get a “hell yeah” from Dre looking boy
[Gm]I’mma work for everything I have
[Gm]Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
[Gm]Basically boy you’re never gonna be capable
[Gm]To keeping up with the same pace looking boy

(HOOK)
[Gm]I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
[Gm]All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
[Gm]The way I’m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
[Gm]Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
[Gm]Kneel before General Zod this planet’s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
[Gm]So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin, you rodent, I’m omnipotent
[Gm]Let off then I’m reloading immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
[Gm]And I should not be woken
[Gm]I’m the walking dead, but I’m just a talking head, a zombie floating
[Gm]But I got your mom deep throating
[Gm]I’m out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
[Gm]I’m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
[Gm]It’s me, my honesty’s brutal
[Gm]But it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do though
[Gm]For good at least once in a while
[Gm]So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
[Gm]Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times
[Gm]But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
[Gm]Rappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
[Gm]I know there was a time where once I
[Gm]Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind
[Gm]So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
[Gm]Appeal with the skin color of mine
[Gm]You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
[Gm]Like that one line I said on “I’m Back” from the Mathers LP1
[Gm]Where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
[Gm]Put ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
[Gm]See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was
[Gm]But I’ve morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
[Gm]You’re stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
[Gm]And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
[Gm]You’re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
[Gm]You’re like normal, fuck being normal
[Gm]And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
[Gm]To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
[Gm]Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad
[Gm]Singin’ to a man while they played piano
[Gm]Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
[Gm]So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
[Gm]”Hey, Fab, I’mma kill you”
[Gm]Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
[Gm]Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I’m a human
[Gm]What I gotta do to get it through to you I’m superhuman
[Gm]Innovative and I’m made of rubber
[Gm]So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you
[Gm]I’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating
[Gm]How to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating
[Gm]Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
[Gm]For the day that they can say I fell off, they’d be celebrating
[Gm]Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated
[Gm]I make elevating music, you make elevator music
[Gm]Oh, he’s too mainstream
[Gm]Well, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
[Gm]It’s not hip hop, it’s pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
[Gm]With rock, shock rap with Doc
[Gm]Throw on Lose Yourself and make ’em lose it
[Gm]I don’t know how to make songs like that
[Gm]I don’t know what words to use
[Gm]Let me know when it occurs to you
[Gm]While I’m ripping any one of these verses, that versus you
[Gm]It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
[Gm]How many verses I gotta murder to prove
[Gm]That if you were half as nice at songs, you can sacrifice virgins too (ughhh)
[Gm]School flunkie, pill junky
[Gm]But look at the accolades the skills brung me
[Gm]Full of myself, but still hungry
[Gm]I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
[Gm]And I’m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
[Gm]But it’s still tongue in cheek, fuck you
[Gm]I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I’m asleep in the front seat
[Gm]Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
[Gm]But in my head there’s something I can feel tugging and struggling
[Gm]Angels fight with devils and here’s what they want from me
[Gm]They’re asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
[Gm]But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
[Gm]Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
[Gm]And understand the discrimination
[Gm]But fuck it, life’s handing you lemons, make lemonade then
[Gm]But if I can’t batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
[Gm]Don’t mistake it for Satan
[Gm]It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
[Gm]And take a vacation to trip abroad
[Gm]And make her fall on her face and don’t be a retard
[Gm]Be a king? Think not – why be a king when you can be a God?

Thông tin bài hát

“Rap God” là một bài hát nổi tiếng của rapper Eminem, được phát hành vào năm 2013. Bài hát này nổi bật với tốc độ rap nhanh và khả năng chơi chữ của Eminem, thể hiện kỹ năng và sự tự tin của anh trong làng nhạc rap.

Tên bài hát: Rap God
Nghệ sĩ: Eminem (tên thật là Marshall Bruce Mathers III)
Năm phát hành: 2013
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2
Thể loại: Hip hop
Đặc điểm nổi bật: Tốc độ rap nhanh, khả năng chơi chữ, thể hiện kỹ năng và sự tự tin của Eminem trong rap.
Nội dung: Bài hát thể hiện sự tự tin của Eminem, tự nhận mình là “Rap God” (Thần Rap) và thể hiện khả năng rap đỉnh cao của mình.

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