Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

What's your favorite scary
Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, 5'9?)
Y'all make a movie? (What)
We got the film right

[Verse 1:
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, buck if I really to
I slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the city after
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the shit
Into your with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and Evil is coming
MC's get stuck, head first in they mother's womb
This 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
and split you, fuck splitting the profits with you
Six percent, of y'all niggas is just
Clicks with clits, niggas stink with dicks
Niggas act bully, and for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of packing semi
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming it is the sweet part
You can't be smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a nigga with deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez to keep killing
Fuck rap, a lotta all is just acts
Trust that, you 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 spit thunder, stick to my guns
Niggas is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit
What? Big balls, why when I spit, your 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 niggas get pissed on claiming you pissed off

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary
Rappers coming in their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the 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 Grand
Hop out of a Grand Am and in it handstanding
Any man to battle will get snatched outta his clothes
So fast it'll like an invisible man standing
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go me
Is getting taking advantage of Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
home in a frenzy, pushing 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 be anywhere that a mic ain't
You rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm you
Down a flight of steps I'm throwing you back up them
If they don't like the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em
Than hit by a Mack 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 feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest you can't breathe
And when I'm to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State Building
And get to the last step and have half left

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