Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

What's favorite scary movie?
Yo, Shady (Yo, Royce 5'9?)
Y'all wanna make a (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, of Detroit who they naming the city after
Scandalous partners, grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and Evil is coming
MC's get stuck, head back in they mother's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the MC spitting
Leaving all of you shitting kittens
I diss you, my niggas be cocking pistols
Shot and you, fuck splitting the profits with you
Six percent, of y'all niggas is pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggas stink dicks
act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggas semi
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet
You can't be street smart with a cheap
Five Nine, a street with deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez to keep killing
rap, a lotta y'all all is just acts
Trust that, you all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all when you get bust back at
that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I'mma thunder, stick to my guns
Niggas is finished before gimmicks, one-hit wonders
Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm dog, I'm just raw
Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" Then I y'all
All of y'all niggas get pissed on claiming you off

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

[Verse 2:
The one man on the planet drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and in it handstanding
Any man to battle will get snatched outta his clothes
So fast it'll look like an man standing
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better
any MC that chooses to go against me
Is getting taking advantage of Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking my pant leg
a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain
You should be anywhere that a mic
You rap you wack, you act up and I'm throwing you
Down a flight of steps then I'm you back up them
If they don't like the track, them, the rap struck 'em harder
Than getting hit by a Mack truck and backed 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 2Pac dedication to
I'm free-falling feet out of a damn tree
To your chest 'til you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the State Building
And get to the last step and have half left

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