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 payin' for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's 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 like a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some chalk around it

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact your four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you 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, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and 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)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady stand up

I'm sick of 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin' just that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm of them 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 dads 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 when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a
motherfucker
Oh my god,

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
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)
They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not getting better with
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
About the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were named after a
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tried to 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
That's he's gonna have to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't 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, 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