Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I know your ego is
Just that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's about it
Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some chalk around it

Ridin' 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real)

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
Over the fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches your head still
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that means he him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put white chalk around it