Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 single from 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)
Let's 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 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 yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (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 a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (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)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

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

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say those out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're 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 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 still mad, 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 I gotta roll this dope
a fast 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 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 national
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just 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 in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not getting better time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
About the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
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 feed my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by fuckin' myself, what's
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there 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 Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
quiet this 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 make me Kim

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