Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always 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 like a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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

Let's talk the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
conference called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad about a
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 fuckin'
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 a heart attack now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

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

Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I know ego is hurtin'
knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
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
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't know it 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 single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white chalk it

Ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll 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 lose yourself on the records
That you a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, you're as as a feather
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 else get some in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie you, you're in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 was at home on a treadmill
You were named a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tryna the money to support her
You the one always 'bout 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
what he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed 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 of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it