Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him some (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
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' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch,
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a black
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body to this instrumental, I'm sayin'

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

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's as young as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul tryin' to shelf me (huh?)
Still cover up the fact
Your last four 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, you're 50
Why you claimin' that I'ma call
When you the one that called (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (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)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad bully of the rap can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want 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)
Somebody help 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, talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's about it
Both of us single from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put white chalk around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
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
Always fun of me."
all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you to me
Dropped an album because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got but I'm hungry
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you this fuckery
bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta the OGs and I know most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're a bully actin' like a baby
So I read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the of the future
And you're Ebenezer Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I know it would be you

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 about 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 your idols become rivals, yeah
Never to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
motherfucker
Oh my god,

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's all over your sweater
I wish you would lose 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 Rihanna for her
Just her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afraid," okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie about you, you're in top ten
You're not 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 look up to 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 named after a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just feed my daughter
You tryna stop the to support her
You the one always talkin' the action
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what gonna have to do to me
he realizes there ain't shit 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 without Dre me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So that means he him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
Don't make me Kim

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