Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always 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 sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm of you bein' 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 blackballed a
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
conference called 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)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, choke
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)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk 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, I'll up your body
And put some white around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back 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 better and I'm
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
bitter after everyone 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 actin' a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

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

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

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

made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
Over the fact you had to diss to acknowledge 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 your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were 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 to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses 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 this week
Don't make me Kim

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
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 chalk it