Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to
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 I'm baring, whoa
What is it, No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So my dick on the couch 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
baby you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, over like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite pain in the
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye he crashed
In other words I got the hood on smash I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and
Came back an after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So fakin the funk and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the of rap
and Just on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner like y'all are a couple 69'in
like Rick James is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid FUCK 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 murdered her, so you can me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow your on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a if you eatin
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his ninth
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I tracks a Holy feel, and they bite 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
This isn't just an
This won't go away with injections
Millions of arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
to be non-contagious yet anybody 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 shark and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?