Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' 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)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six years and a album just 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 and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the when 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, let's about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

2]
Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact your last four 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 leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
conference called 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 take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want 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 heart now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and 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 from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white 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 and I'm ugly
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out 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 you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's 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 could get gully, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

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

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask 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 anyone get some food in their mouth? (For real)
made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
About the 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 punches hold your head
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by myself, what's happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
an album 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 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