Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my gone 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 up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest 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
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some 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 call
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I you can't stand 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 call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some 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)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them 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 the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
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 fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always 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 love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm of them sweatsuits and them 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 from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put white chalk around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll this dope
It's a fast road when your 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 lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in mouth? (For real)

They made a 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 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", punches hold your head still
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named 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 stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
quiet this 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 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 size up your
And put some white chalk it