Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a
Homie we get it, we know that you're the 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 when the smoke
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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, talk about it
Both of us dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it

talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

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 white chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with 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 I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I know 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, talk 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 some chalk around it

shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never hesitate to say it to face, I'm a asshole
motherfucker
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The to be scared 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 get some food in their mouth? (For real)

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
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 as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You named 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 feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this
Don't me call Kim

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