Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my gone 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
'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm of them sweatsuits 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk 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 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, what do you 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, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that called (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I ain't him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin'
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't a heart attack 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, 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 about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back 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
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an album just 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 every rapper that's up me
that I'll 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 just a bully actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I know it would be you

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 could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

4]
We know you get nervous,
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
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 as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, 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 better 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 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 named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tried to the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could 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 you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody this 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, don't make me Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it