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 payin' for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm sick of them 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, I'll size up your
And put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on 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 is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't 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 called me in the morning (what?)
They 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 of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge 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 Slim Shady 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 the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just knowin' that all of your fans me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses and I'm ugly
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the 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
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's 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 fast road when your idols become rivals, yeah
Never to say it to your 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
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 the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in their (For real)

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", punches hold your head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

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 me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one 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' rich and you still mad, let's 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