Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, 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 like a bitch,
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with 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
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white chalk 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 call Sway, ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (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)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help mans up (help)
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

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

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is just knowin' that 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)
Look you done to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone 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' rich and you still mad, let's talk it
Both of us 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

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

4]
We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
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, you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
hold 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 with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
About the simple fact you had to diss to 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 hold your head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tried to the money to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, 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 me, this isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week, don't make me call Kim

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