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 some with me too

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just I'm back
I relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's
shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I see shit, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're in
trouble! What's before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
What is it, No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
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 your favorite pain in the
Who to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

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

[Joell
I'm right in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the of you tight squares
I the art, of you nice swear (?)
Is weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
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 point a
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This isn't an infection
This won't go with penicillin injections
Millions of questions after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aw it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, time it's alongside Eminem
So a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?