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' for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (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 know you're the greatest rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put white chalk around it

talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's call
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
leave 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 Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a heart now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you 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 lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone 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 read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I know it would be you

I'm sick of sweatsuits and them 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, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols your rivals, yeah
Never to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, 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 get some food in their mouth? (For real)

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
fine, Eminem, put down 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 your head
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could 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 Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one girl this week
make me call Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them 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 talk it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk it