Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
always mad cooped 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 a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a album 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 dictionary and inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put white chalk around it

2]
Let's talk the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact your last four is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You me to say sorry (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap 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 attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' 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, I'll size up your
And put some white around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses and I'm ugly
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you say those lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone 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' a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I know it would be you

I'm sick of them and them 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 from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it

Ridin' 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals,
hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

4]
We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you a decade ago, they were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
About the simple you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as 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 named after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tried to the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, make me call Kim

I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk 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, I'll size up your
And put some white around it