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 a year
"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' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

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

I'm sick of them 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 could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I respect 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 anyone could get it
I know it would be you

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 from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some chalk around it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a ago, they were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can else get some 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 simple you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
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 self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this
Don't make me Kim

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