Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, some noooooise!
Aww shit,
Y'all ready to get this shit 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 ammo on
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles black
out and 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! occurrin 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 pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
baby you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start your ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin 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
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world your middle finger up
I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on last burrito!
(What mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then that bitch like 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 Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a
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 made me hotter than my
Uncle Al's after polishin off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a feel, and they bite ears
I'm here, why wouldn't 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 the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't just an
This won't go away with penicillin
Millions of questions arose 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 emitted this phlegm, this it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?