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 film here

[Verse 1:
Yeah, I'm one of pretty rappers, buck if I really have to
I really slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the city
partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
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 shitting
I gotta you, my niggas be cocking pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits 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, of niggas packing semi
Speak yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet part
You can't be smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street with deep feeling
I keep illing, my willing to keep killing
Fuck rap, a lotta y'all all is just
Trust that, you rhyme all on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get back at
that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I'mma spit thunder, stick to my
Niggas is before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, 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 you pissed off

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

2: Eminem]
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Canyon
Hop out of a Am and land in it handstanding
Any man planning to battle will get snatched outta his
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 inhale
Cause any MC chooses to go against me
Is getting taking advantage of like Monica (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like
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 they don't like the track, fuck them, the rap 'em harder
Than getting hit by a Mack and then backed up on
And any known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the medic to the medication and quickly
I'm than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't
And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma 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