Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' 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 around it

talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
say it ain't 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)
Don't have a attack now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' 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 livin' in (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album just 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 rapper that's up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I on Flex anyone could 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 white chalk around it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, as soft 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,
Can anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the 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 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 don't be a and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have 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 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 I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one girl this week
Don't me call Kim

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