Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy somebody grab him clippers (Zzz)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah Hailie you
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio 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 I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming bear face with a shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental
I'm

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

Let's talk about the you actually blacked balled a
rapper that's twice as 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 trying to me (Huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, what do you stand (What?)
I know you can't yourself (No)
Trying to be the old you so bad you yourself (Ha)
leave all the beefing to 50 (Please)
Em pushing 50
Why you claiming that I'ma call
When you the one that called (Facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (Facts)
They called me in the morning (What?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (What?)
I swear to God I believed him (Nah)
Please say it so (No)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fucking joke
Oh you want fucking 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)
have a heart attack now (No)
Somebody help your up (Help)
Knees of old age
The real Slim Shady stand up

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

Marshall, my name's Colson
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurting just knowing
that all of your fans me (Hi)
He "Damn, he a younger me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me"
Stop all the Marshall, you living in luxury (Damn)
Look what you to me, dropped an album just because of me
Damn, you in love me
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (Hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (Aye)
But you're just a bully like a
so I gotta read you a nursery (Nursery)
I'm the ghost of the future and you're Ebenezer Scrooge (Facts)
I said on Flex, 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 rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get I'll size up your
body and put some chalk around it

Riding shotty cause I gotta this dope
It's a road when your idols become your rivals
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm an
Bitch ass
Oh my god,

We know you get nervous,
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the record
that you made a decade ago, were better
According to them you're a national
To me you're as soft as a
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,
damn can anyone get some 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 Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology about the 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 hold head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
off of Yelawolf's album, you (Thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tried to stop the to support her
You the one always talk the action
me the addy, I'm pulling up scrappy
And I'm by myself, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or me
what he's gonna have to do to me when
he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
there's a difference between us,
I got all of my without Dre producing me (Aye)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland,
everybody quiet evening, I'm reading the eulogy (Shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means it him
Already one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call Kim

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 size up your
body and put some chalk around it