Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd stack ammo on tracks
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 see shit, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! What's 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 my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
baby you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm over this game to pinch a loaf
Now who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same 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 the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop the funk and start shakin your ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, 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' fire
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip your upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin the world with your middle finger up
I'm over here 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 Clowns
Blow your on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on your burrito!
(What mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
ahead of my mic peers, 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 that weird that made me hotter 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 bite ears
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This isn't just an
This won't go away with penicillin
of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be yet anybody can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, when I lit up pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?