Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound like a 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 you're the rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your last four 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 Stan (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (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)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (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)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your 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 you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't know it be you

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

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
hold 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 a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to 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 hold head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were after a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what gonna have to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't 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 ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So means he killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me 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 dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some chalk around it