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 mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, (I know)
to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound 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 that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is the dictionary and stay inside
Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' with a black shovel
Like the when the smoke settle
His body next to instrumental, I'm sayin'

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, let's talk 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 white chalk around it

Let's talk about the fact you blackballed a rapper
That's twice as as you (let's talk about it)
call Sway
Ask why I can't go on Shade 45 of you (brrt)
Let's ask
How you had Paul Rosenberg to shelf me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the
Your last albums is as bad as your selfie
Now me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you stand yourself (no)
to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (ha)
Let's all the beefin' to 50 (please)
Em, pushin' 50
Why you claimin' I'ma call Puff?
When you the one called Diddy (facts)
you went and called Jimmy (facts)
They called me in the morning (what?)
They told me you mad a tweet
You me to say sorry (what?)
I swear to God I believe him (nah)
say it ain't so (no)
The big bad of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh you want some 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)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady 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 talk it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it

Hello Marshall, my name's
You should go back to
I your ego is hurtin'
knowin' that all of your fans discovered 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 what you to me
Dropped an just because of me
Damn, you in with me!
You got money but I'm
I like the but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that's up me
that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still after everyone loves you
Pull that out your 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 read you a nursery (nursery)
I'm the ghost of the
And you're just Scrooge (facts)
I said on Flex could get it
I ain't know it be you

I'm sick of them and them 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, I'll size up 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 you get nervous, Rabbit
I see Momma's spaghetti all your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the
you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, a national treasure
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," okay the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar,
Can anyone else get some food in their (For real)

They made a movie about you, in everybody's top ten
You're not getting with time
fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or an apology
Over 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", seven hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a
You were named a candy
I was after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a and take my verse
Off of Yelawolf's album, you (thank you)
I just wanna 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, salute me or me
That's what he's gonna to do to me
When he realizes there shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this anything new to me
Yeah there's a between 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 bitch I'm Cleveland
quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an called Kamikaze
So that he killed him
Already fucked one rapper's girl week
Don't make me 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 dads the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, size up your body
And put some white around it