Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a black
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white 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 can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you went and called (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 ain't him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin'
Oh you want some smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your fans me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses and I'm ugly
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And just Ebenezer 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 of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put white chalk around it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I roll this dope
It's a fast road when your become your rivals, yeah
Never 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 over your
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
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 some in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better 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? You ain't as as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and 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 talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
Don't me call Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, 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 some white around it