Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him 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
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

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

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, talk 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 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
Except he dresses and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I know it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm sick of you bein' 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 white chalk around it

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

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

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

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't 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 without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
make me call Kim

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