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 think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma 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 album just to with a diss
we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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

Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a
That's twice as 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 Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
Then you and called Jimmy (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I 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 some 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)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

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

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of your discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses and I'm ugly
making 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 but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
that wedgie out your 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 ghost of the
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk 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, I'll up your body
And put some white chalk it

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

We know you get nervous,
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, you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
hold 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, you're in top ten
You're not getting with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the fact 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 punches your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a 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' '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 gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could 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 should me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

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