Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard 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 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 come a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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

2]
Let's talk about the fact you 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 Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you 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 swear to God I ain't him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady stand up

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

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin' 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 you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say those lyrics out in of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most 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 Ebenezer (facts)
I on Flex 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 bein' rich and you mad, let's 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 white chalk around it

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

4]
We know you get nervous,
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
About the simple fact you had to diss to 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 time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were named after a
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a 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' the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by myself, what's happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze, so that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week, don't make me call Kim

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 from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white chalk it