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 brought 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 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's
Double of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I see shit, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're in
trouble! What's before, after, and durin' the show
has no on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to
Now stomp fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt a hood
neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite pain in the
Who claims to be spittin the flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In words I got the hood 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 after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and shakin your ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, where 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
by a cartoon
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with middle finger up
I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane
your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on last burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then that bitch like a Middle Eastern
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, 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 swear (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they ears
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't just an
This go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions after they did an inspection, what 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 friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?