Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His fuckin' is weird
Tough talk from a rapper millions for security a year
"I think my gone 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' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick"
Man, you like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come 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
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
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 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 the fact you actually blackballed a rapper
That's twice as young as you (let's talk it)
Let's Sway
Ask why I go on Shade 45 because of you (brrt)
ask Interscope
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't up the fact
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand (what?)
I know you can't stand (no)
Tryin' to be the old you so bad you yourself (ha)
leave all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 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 me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I ain't 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 acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the (brra)
Don't have a attack now (no)
Somebody help mans up (help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't up

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, 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 get gully, I'll size up your body
And put white chalk around it

Marshall, my name's Colson
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
he dresses 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 just 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
out to every rapper that's up under me
Know that I'll never do you like this
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out dungarees (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I most of 'em personally (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the of the future
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, 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

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

We know you get nervous,
I see spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
That you made a decade ago, were better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
To me, you're as soft as a
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," okay the Grouch, chill 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 time
It's fine, Eminem, put the pen
Or write an
Over the simple fact you had to diss to me
I am the
How could I look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches hold your head
time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were after a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And be a sucker and take my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the
me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my self, what's happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's he's gonna have to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a difference us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know you're not to me
Usually one of your should ruin me
But I'm from Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album Kamikaze
So means he killed him
Already one rapper's girl 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 from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up body
And put white chalk around it