Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd stack ammo on tracks
Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
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 occurrin before, after, and durin' the
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So suck my on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now your fuckin feet 'til 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 like a sweat-shirt with a hood
neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to a loaf
Now homie your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he
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 an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house the caucasian of rap
and Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your nigga!
[rapid gunfire] FUCK YO' NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your finger up
I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm fit for murder
because I her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of 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 that bitch a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
Where my book at? I fear in the heart of you tight squares
I the art, of you nice swear (?)
Is that cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite
I'm right here, why I be?
Just waitin to be to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This just an infection
This go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after 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 it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?