Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy somebody grab him some (Zzz)
His fucking is weird
Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio at the mic
sober and bored, huh (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (Ugh)
Mad about something I said in
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming bear face with a black
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body to this instrumental
I'm

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
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully size up your
and put some white chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you blacked balled a
that's twice as young as you (Let's talk about it)
Let's Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (Brr)
ask Interscope how you had
Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (Huh?)
Still cover up the fact your
last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (What?)
I know you stand yourself (No)
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan (Ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (Please)
Em you're 50
Why you claiming that I'ma call
When you the one called Diddy (Facts)
Then you went and called (Facts)
They conference called me in the (What?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (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 some fucking smoke (What?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll acknowledge 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)
weak of old age
The real Slim Shady can't up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and 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 from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I'll size up
body and put some white around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurting just
that all of your discovered me (Hi)
He like "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me"
Stop all the Marshall, you living in luxury (Damn)
Look what you done to me, dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say those out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (Hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (Aye)
But you're just a bully like a
baby so I gotta you a nursery (Nursery)
I'm the ghost of the future and you're just Scrooge (Facts)
I on Flex, anyone could get it
I ain't it would 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 talk it
Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we get gully I'll size up your
body and put white chalk around it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose yourself on the
that you made a decade ago, they were
According to them a national treasure
To me as soft 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
not getting better with time
It's fine Eminem, put the pen
Or write an apology about the fact
you had to write a to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy, how could I even up to you
You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4"
Seven hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
off of album, thank you (Thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tried to the money to support her
You the one always about the action
me the addy, I'm pulling up scrappy
And I'm by fucking myself, happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna have to do to me
he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't 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
one of your disses should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland,
quiet this evening, I'm reading the eulogy (Shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so 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 corny hats, let's talk 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 gully I'll up your
body and put some white around it