Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' for security a year
"I think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
sober and bored, huh? (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 somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the rapper alive
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced with a shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put some white around it

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
Let's Sway, ask why I can't go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask Interscope how you had Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your
Now tell me, what do you stand (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, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
told me you mad about a tweet
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 game can't take a fuckin'
Oh you want some fuckin' (what?)
But not literally, choke
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 weak of old age, the real Shady can't stand up

I'm sick of 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 the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we get gully, I'll size up your body
And put white chalk around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my name's
You go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin' just that all of your fans 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)
what you done to me
Dropped an album just of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say those lyrics out in front of me
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone you
Pull wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But just a bully actin' like a baby
So I gotta you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't know it be you

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

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

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would lose on the records
That you a decade ago, they were better
to them, you're a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number
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 food in mouth? (For real)
made a movie 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
About the simple fact you had to 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
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my
You tried to the money to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, what's
EST captain, salute me or me
That's 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 without Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of disses should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he him
Already fucked one girl this week, don't make me call Kim

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