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 payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

talk about the fact 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)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I you can't stand 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 I'ma call
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
They called 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 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 your mans up (help)
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put white chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just knowin' that all of your fans me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say 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 after loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Scrooge (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, talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some chalk around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll this 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 know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, 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," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can else get some food in their mouth? (For real)

made 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 an apology
Over the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were 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 wanna 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, me or shoot me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an 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 corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white around it