Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it
I'm of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's 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 talk about the fact you actually blackballed a
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
Let's call
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I know you can't stand (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 Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
told 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 of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (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)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with 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 everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' a baby
So I gotta read you a (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 of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you rich and you still mad, let's talk about 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 white chalk around it

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

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

They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple fact you had to diss to me
I am the
How could I look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
Don't me call Kim

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