Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, some noooooise!
Aww shit,
ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well I some friends with me too

Now I ain't back just for the sake of sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and
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 call me R. now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the
has no on the bad news 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 cushion to
Now stomp your feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over a sweat-shirt with a hood
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 who's your pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye he crashed
In words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came 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 amazin than
Slut, answer me that, where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on head designed by a bar stool
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick is shootin up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world your middle finger up
While I'm over shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to
I got a Posse of Insane
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on your burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a
my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that made me than my dear
Uncle Al's after polishin off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they ears
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 point a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This isn't an infection
This won't go away penicillin injections
Millions of questions after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, when I lit up pen
I emitted this phlegm, this it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?