Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
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 and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk 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 talk it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's 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 can't cover up the
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (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, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma 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 about a
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
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)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady 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 still mad, talk about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go to Recovery
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look what you 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 lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I know it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about 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 chalk around it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask 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 about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
Over the simple fact you had to 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 punches hold head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were named after a
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You stop the money 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, salute me or me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this
Don't make me Kim

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, 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 some chalk around it