Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

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

[Verse 1:
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, buck if I really to
I really slap you, King of Detroit who they the city after
Scandalous partners, whose hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start
Expert, Bad and is coming soon
MC's get stuck, head first back in they womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the MC spitting
Leaving all of you cats kittens
I gotta you, my niggas be cocking pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits you
Six percent, of y'all is just pretend
with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks
Niggas act bully, and blast for the penny
My auto is fully, of niggas packing semi
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet
You can't be smart with a cheap heart
Nine, a street nigga with deep feeling
I illing, my steez willing to keep killing
Fuck rap, a lotta all is just acts
Trust that, you rhyme all 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 spit thunder, to my guns
Niggas is finished 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
Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" I diss y'all
All of y'all niggas get on claiming you pissed off

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

[Verse 2:
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand
Hop out of a Grand Am and in it handstanding
Any man planning to battle will get snatched outta his
So it'll look like an invisible man standing
I'm for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go me
Is getting taking advantage of like Monica (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with spokes sticking outta my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I pain
You should be anywhere a mic ain't
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 they don't like the track, them, the rap struck 'em harder
getting hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to
Better be for the second Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the medic to bring the and quickly
I'm sicker than a dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet first out of a tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't
And when I'm down to my breath, I'mma climb the Empire State Building
And get to the step and still 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, Royce da