Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a payin' millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up 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 surprise album just to with a diss
we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a black
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk 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, size up your body
And put some white 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 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 cover up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (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 call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
you went 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 take a joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll 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 mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

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 talk 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 around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go back to
I know your ego is 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 just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I the diss but you won't say those lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that out your 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 of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex 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 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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put white chalk around it

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

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a 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 food in mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not getting better time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
About the fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head
Last time you saw 8 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 verse off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You to stop 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 there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze, so that means he killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call Kim

I'm sick of 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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white around it