Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax then black
out and relapse 'til I act Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I see shit, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So suck my on the couch 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 good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her on, you and me both
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 when he
In other words I got the on smash like I stepped on the gas
the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and
back 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 with the of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more than that?
Slut, answer me that, where you at?

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

Ortiz]
I'm right here in my Airs, Buzz Light-years
of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his ninth
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 hooked to IV as (?) well when you at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
isn't just an infection
This won't go away with penicillin
Millions of questions after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?