Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped 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 your shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you 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

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper that's 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 how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
say it ain't 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
Yeah I'll acknowledge the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't 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 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 chalk around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look what you to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in with 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
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull wedgie 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 gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

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 talk 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 idols become your rivals, yeah
Never to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask for her number
Just 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)
made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
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 hold head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were named a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse 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 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody 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 you're not to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl 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, 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