Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' 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 sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about I said 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
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some chalk around it

talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's 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 up the fact
last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I you can't stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that called (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They 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)
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 acknowledge 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 weak of old age, the Slim 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, let's 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 white chalk it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I know your ego is
Just that 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)
what you done to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the diss but you say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
Know that I'll never do you like fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta you a nursery (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 still mad, talk about it
Both of us 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

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

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask 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 food in mouth? (For real)

They made a about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or an apology
Over the simple fact you had to diss to me
I am the
How could I even look up to You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were after a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tryna stop the money to her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
Everybody always me, this isn't anything new to me
there's a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm from
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this
Don't make me 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put some white around it