Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm
I relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
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 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 if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your feet 'til you get to squishin 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 with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye he crashed
In other words I got the hood on smash I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, the damn airbags from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn in half!
So stop fakin the funk and shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head by a bar stool
by a cartoon
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your middle up
While I'm over here shovin my dick in a in the mud
My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for
I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
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 mean Nickel?) a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
day and good night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my 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 nice (?)
Is that weird cause 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?
Just waitin to be to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
This just an infection
won't go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, 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 time it's alongside
So tell a friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?