Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for 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)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a 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, let's talk it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk it
Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it

Let's about 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 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (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, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad 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 take a fuckin'
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, you'll
I'll 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 of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put white chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just knowin' all of your 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 in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you say them lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (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 of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I know it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it
I'm sick of you bein' 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 up your body
And put some white around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll 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 spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a decade ago, they 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 hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie 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 simple you had to diss 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 still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
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 self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this
Don't me call Kim

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 single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it