Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
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' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I 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 rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

2]
Let's talk about the you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad 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 game can't take a joke
Oh you want 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 a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

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

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I know 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
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (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 those out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

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

Ridin' 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road your idols become your rivals, yeah
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 spaghetti all over your
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (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
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
About the fact 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 your head
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You tried to stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by myself, what's happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze, so that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it