Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

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

Da 5'9"]
I'm right Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world your middle finger up
While I'm over shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for
because I murdered her, so you can call me to O.J. to Glove
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 mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
day and good night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

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