Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just I'm back
I could but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to
Uh-oh! You can me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! What's before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
is it, wordplay? 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 standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt 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 favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the 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 the dash
Went through 'em and
Came back an hour after the and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start shakin ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

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

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