Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six years and a surprise album to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 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 white chalk around it

2]
Let's talk the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They 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 can't take a joke
Oh you want some 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 heart now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

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

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin' just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (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 them sweatsuits and 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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll this dope
It's a fast road when your 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 Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose 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 type to be scared to ask for her number
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, 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 better time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
About the simple you had to diss 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 head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was after 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 tried to the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, make me call Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's 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 about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white around it