Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped 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 like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to 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 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 about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's about it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I 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 albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the (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 take a fuckin' joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
I'll 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 mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real 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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk it

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I know it would be you

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

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

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be 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 food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
About the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I 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 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 wanna feed my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not 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 called Kamikaze, so that means he killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't 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 from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white around it