Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're sober and bored, (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 about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
we get it, we know 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 Armageddon when the smoke
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 rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
twice as young 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 Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They called 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)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (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 heart now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you mad, let's talk about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some 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 better and I'm
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
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
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
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 talk 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 body
And put some white around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll 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 Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, a national 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, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in mouth? (For real)

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the fact you had to diss 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 head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was named after a (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 money to her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that means he him
Already one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

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