Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm
I could but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and
Burp bubbles, attitude's
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 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 feet you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium O when you see him, oh
Damn you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull like 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 homie your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be the same 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 damn from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn 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, 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 I pry apart you
on your 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 like y'all are a couple
It's Rick James is shootin up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your middle up
While I'm 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 to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on your burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause 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 feel, and they bite ears
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This just an infection
This go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after did an inspection, what I exhibit
to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?