Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
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
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still 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 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 called 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 to God I ain't believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin'
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll 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 mans up (help)
Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm of them 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 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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look you done to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex 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 sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, 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 white around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll 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 Momma's spaghetti all over your
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 as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some in their mouth? (For real)

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better 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 could I even look up to you? You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
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
Don't make me Kim

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
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 white chalk it