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 security a
"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
'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 and a surprise album just to come 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 stay
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm sick of them and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' 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, size up your body
And put some chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a
twice as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference called me in the (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 a fuckin' joke
Oh you want 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)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim 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 still mad, 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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered 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)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
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 this
Still after everyone loves you
that 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 just Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't know it be you

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

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

We know you get nervous,
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you a decade ago, they were 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," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get 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 write an
Over the simple fact you had to diss to me
I am the
How could I even look up to You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You named 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 feed my
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or 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 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 disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
make me call Kim

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