Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (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 always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
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 rich 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, I'll size up body
And put some white chalk it

talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, do you stand 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 call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference called me in the (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 game take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge you're the
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim can't stand up

I'm sick of 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
Both of us single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go to Recovery
I know ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
Look you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
bitter after 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' 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 could get it
I know it would be you

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
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 chalk it

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when idols become your rivals, yeah
hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, they better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone get some food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple 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 hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
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, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my without Dre producin' 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)
an album called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one girl this week
Don't 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 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 chalk it