Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy somebody grab him some (Zzz)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah Hailie you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio yelling at the mic
sober and bored, huh (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (Ugh)
Mad something I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fucking dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming face with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body next to this
I'm

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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I'll size up
body and put some chalk around it

talk about the fact you actually blacked balled a
rapper that's 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 trying to shelf me (Huh?)
Still can't cover up the your
last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you stand yourself (No)
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan (Ha)
leave all the beefing to 50 (Please)
Em pushing 50
Why you claiming that I'ma Puff?
When you the one that called (Facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (Facts)
They conference me in the morning (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 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)
Don't have a heart now (No)
Somebody your mans up (Help)
Knees of old age
The real Slim can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurting just knowing
that all of your discovered me (Hi)
He like "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you in luxury (Damn)
Look what you done to me, dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me
You got but I'm hungry
I the diss but you won't say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (Hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (Aye)
But you're a bully acting like a
baby so I gotta read you a (Nursery)
I'm the ghost of the and you're just 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 being rich and you 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 chalk around it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I you would lose yourself on the record
that you a decade ago, they were better
According to them you're a treasure
To me you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask for
her number, hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (Fuck)
You got an Oscar,
can anyone 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
fine Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology about the simple 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"
Seven punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
off of Yelawolf's album, you (Thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You to stop the money 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
That's what he's gonna have to do to me
he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us,
I got all of my without 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 fucked one rapper's girl week, don't make me call Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about 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 could get gully I'll size up
body and put some white around it