Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

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

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you 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 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)
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 tryin' to me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand 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' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
you went 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 swear to God I believe him (nah)
Please say it 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
I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a heart now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put white chalk around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I know your ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of fans 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)
what 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 lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

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

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll dope
It's a road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

4]
We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting 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 after a
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse 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
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes ain't shit he could do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet 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 me call Kim

I'm sick of sweatsuits and them 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white around it