جرب مولد صوت الذكاء الاصطناعي Eminem مجاناً

Yo, I'm gonna execute this verse like a perfect play, I'm the quarterback, running back, and receiver all at once, switching positions mid-track, yeah, I got multiple personalities on this beat, watch me score every time, no referee needed, just pure skill.

Look, I'm gonna keep spitting these bars MY way, you feel me? Critics wanna run their mouth, that's cool, that's whatever. But I'm still here, still doing MY thing, still making it happen while they just talking. That's the difference right there.

Listen, I'm spittin' these syllables, ridiculous rhythms, legitimate lyrical criminal, minimal limits while cynical critics are typical. Got my own missile, invisible, individual style that's pivotal. Hip-hop's in my veins, remain insane, while others maintain they're the same.

Now we're breaking through the sound, moving cross the underground. Feel the beat drop down low, catch the rhythm as we flow. Keep it rolling side to side, let the music be your guide. Time to make this crowd ignite.

Look, I've been through hell and back, scratching and clawing my way through the rap game. They said I wouldn't make it, tried to box me in. But I'm still here, still spitting fire, still making them uncomfortable. That's what real art's about.

Yo, like these new rappers coming up, right? Like they got all these face tattoos and shit, and I'm like, what the fuck are you doing? You know what I'm saying? Like we used to actually focus on the bars, the wordplay and shit.

Look, I don't give a fuck what these critics say about my music, that's fine. They can keep running their mouths all day long, but guess what? I'm gonna keep spitting these bars my way, and that's just how it is, period.

Look, I'm fucking tired of these fake-ass rappers trying to ride my wave. You wanna battle? Fine, step up and show some real skill. But don't come at me with that commercial bullshit, thinking you can buy credibility. That's not how this works.