Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, grab him some clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' beard is
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I think my dad's crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're and bored, huh? (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and your shit (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album to come 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
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm

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

Let's talk about the you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's about it)
Let's call
Ask why I can't go on 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to me (huh?)
can't cover up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you Stan (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, you're 50
Why you that I'ma call Puff?
you the one that called Diddy (facts)
Then you went and called (facts)
They conference called me in the (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You wanted me to say (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 a fuckin' joke
Oh you want fuckin' smoke (what?)
But not literally, choke
Yeah acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
help your mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady stand up

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 single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white chalk it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' that all of fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he dresses 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 with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the diss but you won't say them out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
that wedgie out your dungarees (hey)
I respect the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I know it would be you

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 single dads from the Midwest, we can talk it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put white chalk around it

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

We you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all over sweater
I wish you would yourself on the records
That you made a ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a treasure
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
hold 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 their (For real)

They made a about you, you're in everybody's top ten
not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the
How could I even up to you? You ain't 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 sucker and my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's

EST captain, salute me or me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he realizes there ain't shit he do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't 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 should ruin me
But bitch I'm Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called
So that he killed him
fucked one rapper's girl this week
Don't make me Kim

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 single dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put white chalk around it