Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' 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
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma 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
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

I'm of them sweatsuits and them 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, I'll up your body
And put some chalk around it

Let's talk about the you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
You me to say sorry (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
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)
Knees weak of old age, the real 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 mad, let's talk about it
Both of us dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go back to
I know ego is hurtin'
Just 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 livin' in (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

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, let's 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 chalk it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they were
to them, you're a national 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 the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not getting with time
fine, Eminem, put down 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 was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

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

I'm sick of them and them 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 could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some chalk around it