Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a payin' millions for security 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 call up Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk 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 chalk it

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some 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 attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of sweatsuits 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 dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put white chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your 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 just because 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
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta read you a (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 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 about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some chalk around it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in their (For real)

They made a 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 you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
Don't me call Kim

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