Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

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

1: Royce]
Yeah, I'm one of them rappers, buck if I really have to
I slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the city after
Scandalous partners, grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and Evil is soon
MC's get stuck, head back in they mother's womb
shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spitting
Leaving all of you cats kittens
I gotta you, my niggas be cocking pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits you
Six percent, of niggas is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggas with dicks
act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My is fully, plenty of niggas packing semi
Speak darts; yo, you get Rhyming about it is the sweet part
You can't be smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street nigga with feeling
I illing, my steez willing to keep killing
Fuck rap, a lotta y'all all is acts
Trust that, you all wack on rough tracks
and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get at, you get laughed at
And I'mma spit thunder, to my guns
Niggas is finished before they gimmicks, 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!" Then I y'all
All of y'all niggas get on claiming you pissed off

Y'all drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
coming in with their team and carry toolies
You can right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hitting, and starring 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 planning to will get snatched outta his clothes
So fast it'll like an invisible man standing
I'm headed for Hell, I'd be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you inhale
any MC that chooses to go against me
Is taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking outta my leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, I like pain
You be anywhere that a mic ain't
You rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm you
a flight of steps then I'm throwing you back up them
If they like the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder
Than getting hit by a Mack truck and backed up on
And any half-assed rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity
So tell the medic to the medication and quickly
I'm sicker a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
I'm feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til you breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State
And get to the last step and still have 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, Shady, Royce da 5'9?