Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I my dad's 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
'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a 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 and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a 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, let's talk it
I'm of you bein' 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, size up your body
And put some white chalk it

Let's talk about the you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
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 some smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
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 weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm sick of you 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, I'll size up your
And put some chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (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 up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and 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 dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll dope
It's a fast road when your idols become rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a
motherfucker
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The to be scared to ask Rihanna 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 else get some food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to diss to 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 still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could 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 disses ruin me
But bitch I'm from
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
Don't me call Kim

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