Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' 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 like a bitch,
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body 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 talk it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put white chalk around it

Let's talk about the you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about 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?)
Still can't 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)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
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 swear to God I ain't him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a 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)
Don't a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't up

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 around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know ego is hurtin'
knowin' that all of your fans discovered 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 in luxury (damn)
Look 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 them out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

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

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols become your rivals,
Never to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
motherfucker
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, they 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
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple you had to diss 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 head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So means he killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't me call Kim

I'm sick of 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put white chalk around it