Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then 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 occurrin before, after, and durin' the
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna to blow
Now stomp fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie your favorite pain in the ass?
Who to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn from the dash
Went through 'em and
Came an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So fakin the funk and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're fuck the world with your middle finger up
While I'm over shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My know I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow your on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm right in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is weird cause 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 bite ears
I'm right here, why 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 go away with penicillin injections
of questions arose after they 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 it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is