Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, some noooooise!
Aww shit,
ready to get this 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 could but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax then black
out and relapse I act Jack Daniels and yack
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I see shit, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! What's before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're givin me
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he
In other I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, the damn airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn in half!
So stop fakin the and start shakin your ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your designed by a bar stool
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your finger up
I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm fit for murder
I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a if you eatin
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the you at?

Ortiz]
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
Where my at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I tracks a Holy feel, and they 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 this joint, no exception, so just a direction
And the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't just an
This won't go away with injections
of questions arose after they did an inspection, what 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, this time alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?