Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

Let's talk about the you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your last 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 leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
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 some fuckin' 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)
Don't have a attack now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your fans me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' 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 know it be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and 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 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 'cause I gotta this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals,
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real)

made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an
Over the simple fact you had to 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 you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit 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 not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one girl this week
Don't make me 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
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put white chalk around it