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 back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather 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 me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna to blow
Now stomp your fuckin 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite pain in the
Who claims to be spittin the flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other I got the hood on smash like 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 and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house the caucasian of rap
and Just on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
Designed by a
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the
I it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
like Rick James is shootin up your house 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 perfectly fit for
I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane
Blow your on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you
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?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, 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 harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they 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 a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This isn't an infection
This won't go with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I
seems to be yet anybody can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, when I lit up pen
I emitted phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?