Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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 single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's 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 up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You wanted me to say (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 fuckin'
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
Somebody help your 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 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, I'll size up body
And put white chalk around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say those out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I know it would be you

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

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become 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 Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask for her number
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches your head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tried to stop the to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' 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 ain't he could do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he him
Already one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call Kim

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