Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
What is it, No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin 'til you get to squishin a hoe
pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, over like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a
Now homie your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye 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 hour after the and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start shakin ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the 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 head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] FUCK YO' NIGGA!
You're fuck the world with your middle finger up
I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly 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 brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
Where my book at? I fear in the heart of you tight squares
I the art, of you nice swear (?)
Is that weird that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
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 (?) when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't just an
This won't go away with penicillin
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?