Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

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

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, 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

Let's talk the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last albums 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 claimin' that call Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (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 want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a heart now (no)
Somebody help 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 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 size up your
And put some chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love 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 rapper up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

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, size up your body
And put white chalk around it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
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, chill on the (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 better with
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
Over the fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How I even look 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 Mile was at home on a
You named after a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
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 mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it