Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone 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 up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
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 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 body
And put some white around it

Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I you can't 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 claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You me to say sorry (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 some 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)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just knowin' that all of 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 in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just 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 sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it

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

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

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to diss to me
I am the
How could I even 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 was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one talkin' 'bout 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 shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
Don't me call Kim

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