Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's mad cooped 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 about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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, I'll size up body
And put white chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
twice as young 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 to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you 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 Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
They told me you mad 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 can't a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
weak 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' 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, size up your body
And put white chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
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."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
that I'll never do you like this 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 just a bully actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't it would be you

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you mad, let's talk about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put white chalk around it

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, 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 simple fact you had to diss to 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", punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were named a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one girl this week
Don't make me Kim

I'm sick of them 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 talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white around it