Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

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

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 talk 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

Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
twice as young as you (let's talk about 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?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm of you bein' 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

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go to Recovery
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your 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 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 but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
Know that never 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 bully actin' like a
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
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 rich and you still mad, let's talk 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

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (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 getting 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 hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at 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 Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one girl this week
Don't me call Kim

I'm sick of them 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 from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it