Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (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 you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His next to this 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 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

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 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I 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, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees 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 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 chalk it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your fans 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 what you to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that never do you like this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull 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 read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and 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 single dads 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
a fast road when your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never 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 your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (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
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
the simple fact 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 hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't 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 should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one girl this week
Don't make me Kim

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 about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put white chalk around it