Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my dad's 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
'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and your 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 you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a black
the Armageddon 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 still mad, let's talk 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

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that called (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They 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)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a joke
Oh you want some smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a heart now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of sweatsuits and them 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, size up your body
And put some white around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
knowin' that all of your fans discovered 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 in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
an album just because of me
Damn, you in with 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 this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that 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 ghost of the
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 and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you rich 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, I'll size up your
And put some white around it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
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 Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in their (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? You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head
Last time you saw 8 was at home 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 album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm 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 ain't shit 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 you're not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
make me call Kim

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, 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