Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy somebody grab him clippers (Zzz)
His fucking beard is
Tough talk a rapper paying millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah Hailie 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' bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (Ugh)
Mad something I said in 2012
you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming bear face with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His next to this instrumental
I'm

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you being rich and you 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 up your
body and put some chalk around it

Let's talk about the you actually blacked balled a
rapper twice 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 Rosenberg trying to me (Huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, what do you for? (What?)
I know you stand yourself (No)
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan (Ha)
Let's all the beefing to 50 (Please)
Em pushing 50
Why you claiming that call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (Facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (Facts)
They called me in the morning (What?)
They told me you mad 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 can't take a fucking joke
Oh you some fucking smoke (What?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm the Gunner bitch, I got you in the (Brra)
have a heart attack now (No)
Somebody help your up (Help)
weak of old age
The real Slim Shady stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you rich 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 I'll size up your
body and put some white chalk 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
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you in luxury (Damn)
Look what you to me, dropped an album just because 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 after everyone loves you
that wedgie out your dungarees (Hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I 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 Scrooge (Facts)
I said on Flex, could get it
I know it would be you

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you being rich and you 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 white chalk around it

Riding shotty I gotta roll this 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 lose yourself on the record
that you a decade ago, they were better
to them you're a national treasure
To me you're as soft as a
The type to be to ask Rihanna for
her number, just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (Fuck)
You got an Oscar,
damn can anyone else get some food in mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not getting better time
It's Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an about the simple fact
you had to write a to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy, how could I look up to you
You ain't as as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4"
Seven punches hold your head
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
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 wanna feed my daughter
You to stop the money to support her
You the one always about the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappy
And I'm by myself, what's happenin'?
EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me when
he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference 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,
everybody quiet evening, I'm reading the eulogy (Shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze, so that means it killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week, don't make me call Kim

I'm sick of them and them 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
body and put some white around it