Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His fuckin' 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)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm of them sweatsuits 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 body
And put some white around it

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as 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 Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
told me you mad about 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 have a heart now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't 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
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

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go back to
I know your ego is hurtin' knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I the diss but you won't say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
bitter 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 just a bully like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

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

Ridin' shotty 'cause I 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 you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, they were
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask 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 anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
About the simple 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", punches hold your head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm from
quiet this 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 corny hats, let's talk it
I'm sick of you rich 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 up your body
And put some chalk around it