Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Freestyle)

Oh my god,

Ayy somebody him some clippers (Zzz)
His fucking beard is
Tough from a rapper paying millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," Hailie you right
Dad's always mad up in the studio yelling 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 your shit (Ugh)
Mad about something I said in
Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Coming bear with a black shovel
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental
I'm

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 could get gully I'll size up
body and put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually balled a
that's twice as young as you (Let's talk about it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (Brr)
ask Interscope how you had
Paul Rosenberg trying to me (Huh?)
Still cover up the fact your
four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (What?)
I know you can't yourself (No)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (Ha)
Let's all the beefing to 50 (Please)
Em pushing 50
Why you claiming I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (Facts)
Then you went and 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 can't take a fucking joke
Oh you want some fucking (What?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm the Gunner bitch, I got you in the (Brra)
Don't have a attack now (No)
Somebody help mans up (Help)
Knees of old age
The real Shady can't stand up

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

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I know your ego is just knowing
that all of your fans me (Hi)
He "Damn, he a younger me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me"
Stop all the Marshall, you living in luxury (Damn)
Look what you to me, dropped an album just because of me
Damn, you in love me
You got money but I'm
I the diss but you won't say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
Still 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 acting like a
so I gotta read you a nursery (Nursery)
I'm the ghost of the future and just Ebenezer Scrooge (Facts)
I on Flex, anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm sick of you being 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 size up your
and put some white chalk around it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the record
that you made a ago, they were better
According to them you're a national
To me you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask for
her number, just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (Fuck)
You got an Oscar,
damn can anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology about the simple fact
you had to a diss to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy, how could I look up to you
You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4"
Seven punches hold your still
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
off of album, thank you (Thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tried to stop the money to her
You the one talk about the action
Text me the addy, I'm pulling up
And I'm by fucking myself, what's
EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me when
he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us,
I got all of my shit without Dre me (Aye)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland,
everybody this evening, I'm reading the eulogy (Shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means it him
Already fucked one 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, let's 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