Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and your 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 rapper
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white 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 Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
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 want some smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
Somebody help mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

I'm of them 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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin'
Just that 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)
what you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you 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
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully 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 anyone get it
I ain't know it be you

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, talk about it
Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around 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 face, I'm a asshole
motherfucker
Oh my god,

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

They made a about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not better with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to to acknowledge 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 punches hold your head
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after 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 just wanna my daughter
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's have to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
make me call 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 about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some chalk around it