Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 white chalk around it

Let's talk the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that called (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 believe him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some smoke (what?)
But not literally, you'll
I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your up (help)
Knees of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up

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

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I know your ego is
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you 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 but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that out your dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And just Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I know 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
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 white around it

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road your idols become your rivals, yeah
Never to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I wish you would lose on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"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 about you, you're in top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple you had to diss 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", seven punches hold head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

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

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