Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security 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)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
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 a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and 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 some chalk around it

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (let's 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 your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad 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 can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, you'll
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)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't 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, let's about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white chalk it

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go back to
I know your ego is just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love 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 up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

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

Ridin' 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals,
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 all over your sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
About the simple fact you had to diss to 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 punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (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 tried to stop the money to her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he him
fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call Kim

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white chalk it