Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin'
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just that 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 you done 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 say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could 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' 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 chalk it

shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become rivals, yeah
hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
you made a decade ago, they were better
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 her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in their (For real)

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
the simple 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 your head
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were named after a
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tryna 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, me or shoot me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one girl 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 still mad, let's talk 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 around it