Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad 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 a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
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' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to 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 still mad, let's about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
Let's call
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your last four is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
They told me you mad 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 can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want 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 Slim Shady stand up

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 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

Marshall, my name's Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just knowin' that all of your 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 livin' in (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't it would be you

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

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast when your idols become 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 spaghetti all over your
I wish you lose yourself on the records
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a about you, you're in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still
Last you saw 8 Mile 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 stop the to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
Don't me call Kim

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