Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy grab him some clippers (Zzz)
His fucking beard is
Tough talk a rapper paying millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah Hailie you
always mad cooped up in the studio yelling 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 your shit (Ugh)
Mad about something I said in
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming face with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body to this instrumental
I'm

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you being and you still mad, let's 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 some white chalk it

Let's talk about the fact you actually balled a
rapper twice as young as you (Let's talk about it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (Brr)
ask Interscope how you had
Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (Huh?)
Still can't up the fact your
four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (What?)
I know you can't yourself (No)
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan (Ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (Please)
Em pushing 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that called (Facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (Facts)
conference called me in the morning (What?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You wanted me to say (What?)
I swear to God I believed him (Nah)
say it ain't so (No)
The big bad of the rap game can't take a fucking joke
Oh you want some fucking (What?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll you're the GOAT
But I'm the bitch, I got you in the scope (Brra)
have a heart attack now (No)
Somebody help your up (Help)
weak of old age
The real Slim Shady can't up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm sick of you rich and you still 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 white chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is hurting just
that all of your fans me (Hi)
He "Damn, he a younger me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you living in (Damn)
Look what you done to me, dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (Hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (Aye)
But you're a bully acting like a
so I gotta read you a nursery (Nursery)
I'm the of the future and you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (Facts)
I on Flex, anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

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

Riding shotty cause I gotta roll this
It's a fast when your idols become your rivals
Never to say it to your face, I'm an asshole
ass motherfucker
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose yourself on the
you made a decade ago, they were better
According to you're a national treasure
To me you're as as a feather
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for
her number, just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (Fuck)
You got an Oscar,
damn can anyone else get some food in their (For real)
They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
It's fine Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology about the simple fact
you had to write a diss to me
I am the prodigy, how could I look up to you
You ain't as as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4"
Seven punches your head still
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
off of Yelawolf's album, you (Thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one always about the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappy
And I'm by fucking myself, what's
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 hated me, this anything new to me
there's a difference between us,
I got all of my shit Dre producing me (Aye)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland,
everybody quiet this evening, I'm reading the (Shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him
Already one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you being 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
and put some white chalk around it