Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
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 next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you mad, let's talk 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 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 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 four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (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 a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah acknowledge you're 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)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't up

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 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 name's
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
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look what you 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 those out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
Still bitter 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' like a
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
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 talk it
I'm of you bein' 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 white around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll dope
It's a fast road when your idols 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 your sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"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)
They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as 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 after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by myself, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's this week, don't make me call Kim

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, talk 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