Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body to this 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, let's 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 white chalk around it

Let's about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last four is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (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)
Then you 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 of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the Slim Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm of you bein' rich 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, I'll size up your
And put some chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go to Recovery
I your 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."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I know it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's about it
I'm sick of you bein' and you still mad, let's talk 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

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be 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 else get some 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
Over the simple fact you had to diss to 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", punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
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 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
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 your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already one rapper's girl this week
make me call Kim

I'm sick of 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 size up your
And put some white around it