Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

What's your favorite movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, 5'9?)
Y'all wanna make a (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 city
partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and is coming soon
MC's get stuck, head back in they mother's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC
Leaving all of you shitting kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggas be pistols
Shot and split you, splitting the profits with you
Six percent, of niggas is just pretend
Clicks with clits, niggas stink with dicks
Niggas act bully, and blast for the penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packing
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming 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 steez willing to killing
rap, a lotta y'all all is just acts
Trust that, you rhyme all on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get at
And I'mma spit thunder, 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 diss
All of niggas get pissed on claiming you pissed off

Y'all drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with their team and toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely 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 in it handstanding
Any man planning to will get snatched outta his clothes
So it'll look like an invisible man standing
I'm headed for Hell, I'd be dead or in jail
Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that to go against me
Is getting taking advantage of like Monica (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, a ten speed
Screaming to Peg with three spokes sticking outta 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 throwing you back up
If they like the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder
Than getting hit by a truck and then backed up on
And any known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the Celebrity Deathmatch
So the medic to bring the medication and quickly
I'm than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
I'm feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma the Empire State Building
And get to the last step and still have 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