Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
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
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I 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 rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and 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 size up your
And put white chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's call
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (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, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about 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 can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

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

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I know your ego is
Just knowin' that all of your discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it
I'm sick of you bein' and you still mad, let's talk about 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 chalk around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll dope
It's a road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can else get some food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to diss to me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You ain't as 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 after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take 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 talkin' '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 what he's gonna to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already one rapper's girl this week
make 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 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 chalk around it