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 payin' millions for security a
"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 like a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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, let's talk 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

Let's talk the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (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 went and called (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 ain't him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some smoke (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 help your up (help)
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and 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 white chalk around it

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

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' 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 your
And put white chalk around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this
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 you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a 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 their (For real)

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
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 what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that he killed him
Already one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

I'm sick of them 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, I'll size up your
And put white chalk around it