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 dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
sober 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 handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' with a black shovel
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to 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 about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as as you (let's talk about 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 can't 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 Stan (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game take a fuckin' joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
weak of old age, the real Slim 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
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 chalk it

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I know your ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he 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 album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know 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 actin' like a baby
So I gotta 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 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 up your body
And put some white chalk it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to face, I'm a asshole
motherfucker
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 to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
About the simple you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tried to stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, what's
EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me Kim

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 the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it