Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles black
out and 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
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 the show
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin feet 'til you get to 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 a hood
It's work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite pain in the
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm when he crashed
In other words I got the on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the end, deployed the damn airbags from 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 your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's amazin than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal of pliers I pry apart you
on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like 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 here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for
because I murdered her, so you can call me to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane
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?) It's a if you eatin
Get a beat then that bitch like a Middle Eastern
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite to look 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 cause that me hotter than my dear
Uncle breath after polishin off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and bite ears
I'm right here, why I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just a direction
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
isn't just an infection
This won't go with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, I exhibit
seems to be yet anybody can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, I lit up this pen
I this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?