Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody him some 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
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle your (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 dictionary and stay
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' 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 size up your
And put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last four is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You me to say sorry (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't 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)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

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 from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white chalk it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your fans me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
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 never do you this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

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

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, 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, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in mouth? (For real)

They made a about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold head still
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was after 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 tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you 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 body
And put some white around it