Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

What's your favorite movie?
Yo, Slim (Yo, Royce 5'9?)
Y'all make a movie? (What)
We got the film here

1: Royce]
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, if I really have to
I really slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the after
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the shit
Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start
Expert, Bad and is coming soon
MC's get stuck, head first back in mother's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the MC spitting
all of you cats shitting kittens
I gotta you, my niggas be cocking pistols
Shot and you, fuck splitting the profits with you
Six percent, of y'all niggas is just
Clicks with clits, pussy niggas with dicks
Niggas act bully, and for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packing
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet
You can't be street smart a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street nigga deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez to keep killing
Fuck rap, a y'all all is just acts
that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get at
And spit thunder, stick to my guns
is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your 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 get pissed on claiming you pissed off

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

2: Eminem]
The one man on the planet that'll off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it
Any man planning to will get snatched outta his clothes
So fast look like an invisible man standing
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better
Cause any MC that to go against me
Is taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I 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 then I'm throwing you up them
If they don't the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder
Than getting hit by a Mack truck and backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to
Better be ready for the second Deathmatch
So tell the to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet out of a damn tree
To your chest 'til you can't breathe
And when I'm to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State Building
And get to the last and still have half left

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