Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! What's before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
What is it, No, I'm pushin 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
baby you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, over like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm coppin this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye he crashed
In words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker 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 that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
screamin fuck the world with your middle finger up
While I'm 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 to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Clowns
your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on your burrito!
(What mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a
my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that made me than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his ninth
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just 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, when I rip his
This isn't an infection
This won't go away penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, when I lit up pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside
So tell a friend to tell a write a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?