Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's 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 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 you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
Let's call
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 cover up the
Your last four albums is as bad as selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that Diddy (facts)
Then you went and Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They me you mad about 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 want some smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll acknowledge the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody your mans up (help)
weak 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' 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 size up your
And put some chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses better and I'm
making fun of me."
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you in luxury (damn)
what you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in love me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you say them lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I on Flex anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

I'm of them sweatsuits and them 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 white chalk around it

Ridin' shotty I gotta roll this 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 spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you lose yourself on the records
That you made a decade ago, were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, as soft 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, on the couch (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
You're not getting better with
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 ain't as 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 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 feed my daughter
You stop 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 fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't he could do to me
always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah a difference between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I you're not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
make me call Kim

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