Luyện nghe bài hát Scary Movies

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

1: Royce]
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, if I really have to
I really slap you, King of Detroit who they the city after
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard
Into heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and is coming soon
MC's get stuck, head first back in they womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the MC spitting
all of you cats shitting kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggas be pistols
Shot and split you, fuck the profits with you
Six percent, of y'all is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggas stink with
Niggas act bully, and for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of 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 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
is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm dog, I'm just raw
Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" Then I diss
All of y'all niggas get pissed on claiming you off

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a movie?
Rappers coming in with their and carry toolies
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 that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and in it handstanding
Any man planning to battle will get outta his clothes
So it'll look like an invisible man standing
I'm for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC 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, me a migraine, dammit I like pain
You should be 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
Than getting hit by a Mack truck and then up on
And any half-assed rapper to trespass
Better be for the second Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the medic to bring the medication and
I'm sicker than a dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet first out of a tree
To stampede your chest 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 half

Bad, the Bad (Uhh, when the Bad the Bad, yo)
The Evil (Take the with the Evil)
Put 'em (What? Nine-nine)
Two times, Slim Shady, da 5'9?