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' millions for a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I ain't him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah acknowledge you're 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 Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm sick of you rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us dads from 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 go back to Recovery
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this
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 like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Ebenezer (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 about it
I'm of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put white chalk around it

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

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

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

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album called
So means he killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

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