Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle 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 that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm sick of you rich and you still mad, let's 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 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 call Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
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 can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (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 attack now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's 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 white around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your 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)
Look you done to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer 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 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 around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll dope
It's a fast road when your idols become 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 Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
Just hold her
"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 a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put 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? You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a
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 wanna feed my daughter
You tried to stop the money to 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
That's what he's gonna to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's this week, don't make me call Kim

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
Both of us dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some chalk around it