Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a payin' millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we know you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body 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 bein' rich and you still mad, talk 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 white chalk it

Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (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 fuckin' joke
Oh you want some 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)
Don't have a heart now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's 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 up your body
And put white chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' and you still mad, let's talk about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
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 with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven hold your head 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 Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this
make me call Kim

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