Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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

Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as 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 tryin' to me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't 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 that I'ma call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
I'll 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 mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin'
Just that 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 livin' in (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't it would be you

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 some white around it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
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 their (For real)

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple fact you had to diss to 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 on a treadmill
You were after 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 feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes ain't shit he could do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So means he killed him
Already one rapper's girl this week
make me call Kim

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