Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil

Oh my god,

1]
Ay, somebody him some clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
About to be 46 old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle your (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I in 2012
Took you six and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
Comin' bare-faced a black shovel
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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

2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually a rapper that's twice as young 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 Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma Puff?
When you the one that called (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They conference me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You wanted me to say (what?)
I swear to God I ain't him (nah)
Please say it so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap game take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah I'll you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a heart 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 them corny hats, talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's about it
of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your
And put white chalk around it

3]
Hello Marshall, my Colson
You should go to Recovery
I know your ego is hurtin' just knowin' that all of your fans me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses and I'm ugly
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look you done 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 those out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone 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 of the future
And you're just Ebenezer (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't 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, let's about 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

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

4]
We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over 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 as a feather
The type to be scared to ask for her number
hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can else get some food 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
About the fact 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", punches hold your head still
Last you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was named after a (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You tried to stop the to support her
You the one always 'bout the action
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by fuckin' myself, happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything 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 your should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me Kim

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you 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 white chalk it