Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm
I could relax but I'd rather ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's
shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
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 news I'm baring,
What is it, No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin feet you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, pull over like a 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 pain in the
Who claims to be the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on smash I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, the damn airbags from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came back an hour the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
by a cartoon
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick 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 I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Clowns
your brains 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 wrap if you
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and good night, 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 book at? I write fear in the heart of you squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they ears
I'm right here, why I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a
And record the pig's oink, I rip his intestine
isn't just an infection
This won't go away with penicillin
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?