Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

What's your favorite scary
Yo, Shady (Yo, Royce 5'9?)
wanna make a movie? (What)
We got the right here

[Verse 1:
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, if I really have to
I really slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the city
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the shit
Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start
Expert, Bad and Evil is soon
MC's get stuck, head first in they mother's womb
shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spitting
Leaving all of you cats shitting
I gotta diss you, my niggas be pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits you
Six percent, of y'all niggas is pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggas with dicks
Niggas act bully, and blast for the penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packing
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? about it is the sweet part
You can't be street smart with a cheap
Five Nine, a street with deep feeling
I keep illing, my willing to keep killing
Fuck rap, a lotta y'all all is acts
Trust that, you all wack on rough tracks
and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get at
And I'mma thunder, stick to my guns
Niggas is before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why I spit, your clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm dog, I'm just raw
y'all, holler, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all
All of y'all niggas get pissed on you pissed off

Y'all want Wanna make a scary movie?
coming in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hitting, directing and in it

[Verse 2:
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand
Hop out of a Am and land in it handstanding
Any man planning to will get snatched outta his clothes
So fast it'll look like an invisible man
I'm headed for Hell, I'd be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better
Cause any MC chooses to go against me
Is taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three sticking outta my pant leg
Fuck a headache, me a migraine, dammit I like pain
You should be anywhere that a mic
You rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm you
Down a flight of steps I'm throwing you back up them
If don't like the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder
Than getting hit by a Mack truck and then up on
And any half-assed known to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity
So tell the to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet first out of a damn
To stampede your chest 'til you can't
And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State
And get to the last step and still have left

Bad, the Bad (Uhh, the Bad meets the Bad, yo)
The Evil (Take the with the Evil)
Put 'em (What? Nine-nine)
Two times, Shady, Royce da 5'9?