Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Devil (Eminem Diss)

Oh my god,

Ayy, somebody grab him clippers (zzzzt)
His beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for a year
"I think my gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad 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 sound a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle shit (ugh)
Mad about I said in 2012
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
dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap
bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the settle
His body next to 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 body
And put white chalk around it

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

I'm of them sweatsuits 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 dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it

Hello Marshall, my Colson
You go back to Recovery
I your ego is hurtin'
Just knowin' all of your fans discovered me (hi)
He like, "Damn, he a me
Except he better and I'm ugly
making 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 love 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 rapper that's up under me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after loves you
Pull that wedgie out your (hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of 'em (ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a
So I gotta read you a (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on anyone could get it
I ain't it would be you

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 the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll up your body
And put some white around it

shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road when your idols your rivals, yeah
hesitate to say it to your face, I'm a asshole
Bitch-ass
Oh my god,

We know you get nervous,
I see Momma's spaghetti all over your
I you would lose yourself on the records
That you a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national
To me, you're as as a feather
The type to be to ask Rihanna for her number
Just hold her
"I'm not afraid," Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone get some food in their mouth? (For real)

They made a movie 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 fact 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", seven punches hold head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were named a candy
I was named a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and my verse
Off of album, thank you (thank you)
I wanna feed my daughter
You stop the money to support her
You the one talkin' 'bout the action
Text me the addy, I'm up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, happenin'?

EST captain, me or shoot me
That's what he's have to do to me
When he there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah there's a between us
I got all of my shit Dre producin' me (ayy)
I know not used to me
Usually one of your disses should me
But I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the (shh)
an album called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's this week
Don't me call Kim

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