Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
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' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, talk 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 white chalk around it

Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I ain't him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
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 weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

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 single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of fans discovered 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 you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
that wedgie 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 gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I know it would be you

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
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
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 to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as 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 food in mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl 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 bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk 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 white chalk it