Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' 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 in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
Like the when the smoke 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 bein' rich and you still mad, talk 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 white chalk it

2]
Let's talk about the fact you blackballed 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 your last four albums is as bad as your
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 that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a joke
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 attack now (no)
Somebody help mans 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 mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some chalk 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 better and I'm ugly
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 money but I'm
I the diss but you won't 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 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 read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

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

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

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
you made 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 to ask Rihanna for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in mouth? (For real)
They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better 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 ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at 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 just wanna my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, what's
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what 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 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 your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
an album called Kamikaze, so that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week, don't make me call Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, 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 size up your
And put some white around it