Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six years and a surprise album to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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, let's about 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 chalk 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 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 cover up the fact last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You me to say sorry (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 some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah 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 help mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, 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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put white chalk around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is just knowin' that all of your 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 in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
an album 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
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't it would be you

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

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

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose on the records
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)
made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
About the simple 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 punches your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
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 between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from 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 this week, don't me call Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk 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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some chalk around it