Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
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 a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke 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 about it
Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf 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)
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?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You me to say sorry (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 some fuckin' 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 heart now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk 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 chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I know your ego is
Just knowin' that all of fans discovered 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 in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex 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 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, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna 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 food in their (For real)

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
Over the simple fact you had to diss to me
I am the
How could I even up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", punches hold your head still
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
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 ain't he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
Don't me call Kim

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