Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, some noooooise!
Aww shit,
Y'all ready to get this shit or what?
Aight, well I brought some with me too

Now I ain't back just for the sake of sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're in
trouble! occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now your fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn baby you good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a
It's work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over this to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on smash I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the
Went through 'em and
Came back an after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start shakin ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
Designed by a
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's Rick James is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your middle up
I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to
I got a Posse of Insane
Blow your on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and bite ears
I'm right here, why I be?
waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
isn't just an infection
This won't go away penicillin injections
of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside
So tell a friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?