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 payin' millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped 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 handle shit (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the 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 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, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (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 ain't him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin'
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a heart now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses and I'm ugly
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 but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't it would be you

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

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in mouth? (For real)

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the fact 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 hold your head 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 sucker and take my
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
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 he's gonna have to do to me
he realizes 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 without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that means he him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
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' 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