Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're 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 your (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your last four albums is as bad as your
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' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (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)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a joke
Oh you some fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
Yeah I'll you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a heart now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them 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 from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put white chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
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 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 just because of me
Damn, you in with 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 up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it be you

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 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

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 Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in their (For real)

They a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even look up to you? You as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", punches hold your head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
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 fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit without Dre me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one girl this week
make me call Kim

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 talk 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 around it