Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

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

[Verse 1:
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, buck if I have to
I really you, King of Detroit who they naming the city after
Scandalous partners, grammar hammers the hard shit
your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
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 illest MC
Leaving all of you shitting kittens
I gotta diss you, my be cocking pistols
Shot and you, fuck splitting the profits with you
Six percent, of niggas is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggas with dicks
Niggas act bully, and blast for the penny
My is fully, plenty of niggas packing semi
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the part
You can't be smart with a cheap heart
Nine, a street nigga with deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez willing to keep
Fuck rap, a lotta y'all all is just
that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get at
And I'mma thunder, stick to my guns
is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I'm raw
Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" I diss 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 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 drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it
Any man planning to battle 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
Cause any MC that chooses to go me
Is getting taking of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes outta 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 then I'm throwing you up them
If they don't like the track, 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 tell the medic to bring the and quickly
I'm sicker a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet first out of a damn
To stampede chest 'til 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 half

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