Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin 'til 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 over a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm coppin over game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and
Came back an after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop the funk and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down y'all are a couple 69'in
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 over here shovin my dick in a in the mud
My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for
because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on your burrito!
(What mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
day and good night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a
Where my at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and 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, I rip his intestine
This just an infection
This go away with 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 alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is