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 millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad 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 about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we know you're the greatest rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' with a black shovel
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

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
Both of us dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it

Let's talk the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
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)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to 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)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 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 me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I to God I ain't believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah acknowledge you're 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 stand up

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 dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put white chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You go back 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 and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I said on Flex anyone get it
I ain't it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's 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 talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put white chalk around it

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast when your idols 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 spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can else get some food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You named 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 just wanna feed my
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always hated me, this 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 from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that means he him
Already fucked one girl this week
Don't me call Kim

I'm of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm of you bein' 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 body
And put some white around it