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 rappers, buck if I really have to
I really slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the after
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard
your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and Evil is coming
MC's get stuck, first back in they mother's womb
This is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spitting
all of you cats shitting kittens
I gotta you, my niggas be cocking pistols
Shot and you, fuck 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 Rhyming about it is the sweet part
You be street smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street with deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez to keep killing
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
that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And spit thunder, stick to my guns
Niggas is finished before gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your 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 get pissed on claiming you pissed off

Y'all want drama? make a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with their team and carry
You can jump out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hitting, directing and in it

[Verse 2:
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it
Any man planning to battle will get outta his clothes
So fast look 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 advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking outta my leg
a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain
You be anywhere that a mic ain't
You rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm you
Down a flight of steps then I'm you back up them
If they don't the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder
getting hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity
So the medic to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet first out of a tree
To stampede your chest 'til you can't
And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State
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, da 5'9?