Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, make noooooise!
Aww shit,
Y'all ready to get shit started or what?
Aight, well I 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 rather ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and the show
has no on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
What is it, No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to
Now stomp your fuckin 'til 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 while I'm coppin this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the airbags from the dash
through '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 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 I pry apart you
Lump on your designed by a bar stool
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip your partner like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's Rick James is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shovin my dick in a in the mud
My bitch know I'm fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me to O.J. to Glove
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
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 write in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his ninth
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just 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 an infection
This won't go away penicillin injections
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 a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?