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 film here

[Verse 1:
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, buck if I have to
I really slap you, of Detroit who they naming the city after
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard
Into heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and Evil is soon
get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb
This shit is written, in my I'm the illest MC spitting
Leaving all of you cats kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggas be cocking
Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits you
Six percent, of y'all niggas is pretend
Clicks with clits, niggas stink with dicks
act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My is fully, plenty of niggas packing semi
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? about it is the sweet part
You be street smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street nigga deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez to keep killing
Fuck rap, a y'all all is just acts
that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get back at
Fuck that, you get at, you get laughed at
And I'mma thunder, stick to my guns
Niggas is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit
What? Big balls, that's why I spit, your clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I'm raw
Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" Then I y'all
All of y'all get pissed on claiming you pissed off

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a movie?
Rappers coming in with team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely 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 outta his clothes
So it'll 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 that to go against me
Is taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
home in a frenzy, pushing 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 a mic ain't
You rap you wack, you act up and I'm throwing you
Down a flight of steps then I'm you back up them
If they don't like the track, fuck them, the rap 'em harder
Than getting hit by a Mack truck and then up on
And any half-assed rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a 2Pac to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't
And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire Building
And get to the step and still have half left

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, da 5'9?