Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk 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)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
call Sway
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 up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's leave all the to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (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 swear to God I ain't him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a 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)
Don't have a attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
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
an album just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you won't say them lyrics out in of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this
Still after everyone loves you
Pull 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 ghost of the
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm sick of 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 body
And put some chalk around it

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

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

They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even up to you? You ain't as tall 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 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 feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or me
what 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 difference us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
make me call Kim

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 up your body
And put some chalk around it