Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

What's your scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, 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, of Detroit who they naming the city after
partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna with
Expert, Bad and Evil is soon
MC's get stuck, head first back in mother's womb
shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spitting
Leaving all of you cats shitting
I gotta diss you, my be cocking pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits you
Six percent, of niggas is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy stink with dicks
Niggas act bully, and blast for the penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packing
Speak yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet part
You can't be street smart with a cheap
Five Nine, a nigga with deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez willing to killing
Fuck rap, a lotta y'all all is just
Trust that, you all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black you get bust back at
that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I'mma spit thunder, to my guns
Niggas is before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique
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 on claiming you pissed off

Y'all want drama? Wanna a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with 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 off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Am and land in it handstanding
Any man planning to battle will get outta his clothes
So fast it'll like an invisible man standing
I'm for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better
Cause any MC that to go against me
Is getting taking advantage of like Monica (Leave me alone!)
home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three sticking outta my pant leg
Fuck a headache, me a migraine, dammit I like 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 then I'm throwing you back up
If they like the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder
Than 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 the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling first out of a damn tree
To your chest 'til you can't breathe
And I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State Building
And get to the last step and still have 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?