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 a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I 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
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 Armageddon when the settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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

2]
Let's talk the fact you actually 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 Interscope how you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact your last four is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (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' that I'ma call
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference 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)
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, you'll
Yeah 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 mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk 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 around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your fans me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (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 every that's up under me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I read 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 of them 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 dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll this 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 spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
About the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How I even look 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 was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You to stop 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, what's
EST captain, salute me or me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't 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 without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze, so that means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, make me call Kim

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