Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss
we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still 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 yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want 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 attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand 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, 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

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of 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 livin' in (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I know it would be you

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

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road 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 spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill 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
You're not getting better time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
Over the fact 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", punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a
I was after a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes 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 without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
make me call Kim

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