Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy grab him some clippers (Zzz)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a paying millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," Hailie you right
Dad's always mad 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 a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming bear face with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body to this instrumental
I'm

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm of you being 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 I'll size up your
and put some white chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually blacked a
rapper that's twice as young as you (Let's talk it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (Brr)
ask Interscope how you had
Paul trying to shelf me (Huh?)
Still can't cover up the your
four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you can't yourself (No)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (Ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (Please)
Em pushing 50
Why you claiming that call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (Facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (Facts)
conference called me in the morning (What?)
They told me you mad about a
You me to say sorry (What?)
I swear to God I ain't 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 smoke (What?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll you're the GOAT
But I'm the Gunner bitch, I got you in the (Brra)
Don't have a attack now (No)
Somebody help mans up (Help)
Knees of old age
The real Shady can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurting knowing
that all of fans discovered me (Hi)
He like "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you in luxury (Damn)
Look what you done to me, dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say those lyrics out in of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (Hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (Aye)
But you're just a acting like a
so I gotta read you a nursery (Nursery)
I'm the ghost of the and you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (Facts)
I said on Flex, anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

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

Riding shotty cause I gotta roll this
It's a fast road when 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 momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I wish you would lose on the record
that you made a decade ago, were better
According to them you're a treasure
To me you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask for
her number, hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (Fuck)
You got an Oscar,
damn can else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better time
It's fine Eminem, put the pen
Or write an apology about the simple
you had to write a diss to me
I am the prodigy, how could I look up to you
You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4"
Seven punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
off of album, thank you (Thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tried to stop the to support her
You the one talk about the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappy
And I'm by fucking myself, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me when
he realizes there shit he could do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us,
I got all of my shit without Dre me (Aye)
I you're not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland,
everybody quiet evening, I'm reading the eulogy (Shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm sick of you being and you still mad, let's talk 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 around it