Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, 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 your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six years and a album just to come with a diss
we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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, let's 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

Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand 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 that I'ma call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I ain't him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some 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 a heart attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

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

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an just because 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
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I know 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 from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"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 getting with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge 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 hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna 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
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
Don't make me Kim

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
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it