Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of 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 Daniels and
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
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 dick on the couch if you cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin feet 'til you get to a hoe
It's pandemonium O when 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 work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your pain in the ass?
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 from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry you
Lump on your designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's Rick James is shootin up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the with your middle finger up
I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My know I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
day and good night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a feel, and they bite ears
I'm right here, why I be?
waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't an infection
This won't go away with penicillin
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, 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 time alongside Eminem
So a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?