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 my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about I said 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 greatest rapper
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you 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 chalk around it

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper 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 Interscope how you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the 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)
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 call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They called 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)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want 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 heart now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of sweatsuits and them 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 dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk 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 dresses better and I'm
Always 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 with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you say those 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 after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' a baby
So I read 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 it would 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 dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some chalk around it

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

4]
We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
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 food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
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 look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven hold your head still
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named 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 my daughter
You tried to the money to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, what's
EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week, don't 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 mad, let's talk 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 white chalk it