Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' 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 handle shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said 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
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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 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

Let's talk 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 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I know you can't yourself (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 call
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They conference 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 game can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of 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 from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin'
knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look what you 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 say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta 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 of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't know it 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, talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in their (For real)

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You named 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 just wanna feed my
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, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this
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 talk it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some chalk around it