Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy somebody him some clippers (Zzz)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah Hailie you right
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 a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (Ugh)
Mad about something I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming bear with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His next to this 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 still mad, let's talk it
Both of us 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 the fact you actually blacked balled a
rapper that's twice as as you (Let's talk about it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (Brr)
Let's ask how you had
Paul trying to shelf me (Huh?)
Still cover up the fact your
last four albums is as bad as your
Now me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you can't stand (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 call
When you the one that Diddy (Facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (Facts)
conference called me in the morning (What?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You wanted me to say (What?)
I to God I ain't believed him (Nah)
say it ain't so (No)
The big bad bully of the rap game take a fucking joke
Oh you want some smoke (What?)
But not literally, you'll
I'll acknowledge 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 your up (Help)
Knees of old age
The real Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about 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 size up your
body and put some white chalk it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurting just knowing
that all of your discovered me (Hi)
He like "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you living in (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 like the but you won't say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (Hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (Aye)
But you're just a bully like a
baby so I gotta read you a (Nursery)
I'm the ghost of the future and you're just Ebenezer (Facts)
I said on Flex, anyone get it
I ain't it would be you

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

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

We know you get nervous,
I see momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I you would lose yourself on the record
that you made a decade ago, were better
to them you're a national treasure
To me you're as as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for
her number, just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (Fuck)
You got an Oscar,
damn can anyone else get some food in mouth? (For real)
made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
fine Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology the simple fact
you had to write a diss to me
I am the prodigy, how I even look up to you
You ain't as 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 a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
off of Yelawolf's album, you (Thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one always talk the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappy
And I'm by myself, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's gonna 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 there's a between us,
I got all of my shit without Dre me (Aye)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland,
everybody quiet this evening, I'm reading the (Shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call Kim

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