Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, some noooooise!
Aww shit,
Y'all to get this 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 ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Daniels and yack
bubbles, attitude's 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 the show
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
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 you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're givin me
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt a hood
neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he
In words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn in half!
So stop fakin the funk and shakin your ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your middle up
While I'm over here my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly fit for murder
I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
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 last burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, 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 made me than 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 bite
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) when you look at my pee
And joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
isn't just an infection
This go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after 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 time it's alongside
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin
in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?