Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm
I could relax but I'd rather stack on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles black
out and 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, 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. now, you're in
trouble! What's 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 fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're givin me
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 this game to pinch a
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 words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start your ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of I pry apart you
Lump on head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the
I it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like James is shootin up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin the world with your middle finger up
While I'm over here my dick in a hole in the mud
My know 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 Insane
Blow your brains on your ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
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, nobody that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the 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 waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
This just an infection
won't go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose 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 phlegm, this 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?