Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick 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 you're the rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read 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 them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, talk about it
Both of us dads 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)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your four 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)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fuckin' joke
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)
Don't have a heart now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't up

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
Both of us dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some chalk around it

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

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
Both of us dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it

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

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

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple you had to diss 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 were named a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
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 realizes there 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
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this
Don't me call Kim

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 dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it