Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy somebody grab him clippers (Zzz)
His fucking beard is
Tough talk from a paying millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah Hailie you right
Dad's always mad up in the studio yelling at the mic
You're and bored, huh (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call 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 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 inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming bear face with a black
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to this
I'm

I'm of them sweatsuits 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 get gully I'll size up your
body and put white chalk around it

Let's talk about the you actually 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 trying to shelf me (Huh?)
can't cover up the fact your
last four is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (What?)
I you can't stand 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 claiming that I'ma call
you the one that called Diddy (Facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (Facts)
They conference called me in the (What?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (What?)
I swear to God I ain't him (Nah)
say it ain't so (No)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fucking
Oh you some fucking smoke (What?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm the bitch, I got you in the scope (Brra)
Don't have a attack now (No)
Somebody your mans up (Help)
weak of old age
The real Slim Shady can't up

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, 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

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

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

Riding cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a road when your idols become your rivals
hesitate to say it to your face, I'm an asshole
Bitch ass
Oh my god,

We know you get nervous,
I see momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you lose yourself on the record
that you made a decade ago, they better
to them you're a national treasure
To me as soft as a feather
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 else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not getting with time
It's fine Eminem, put the pen
Or write an apology about the fact
you had to write a diss to me
I am the prodigy, how could I even up to you
You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4"
punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were named after a
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
off of album, thank you (Thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tried to stop the money to her
You the one always talk about the
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappy
And I'm by myself, what's happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me when
he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us,
I got all of my without Dre producing me (Aye)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland,
everybody quiet this evening, I'm reading the (Shh)
an album called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him
Already fucked one girl this week, don't make me call Kim

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
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully I'll up your
body and put white chalk around it