Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then
out and 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I see shit, my words 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 news I'm baring,
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So suck my on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin feet 'til you get to a hoe
pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're 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 spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he
In words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the 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 here Fire Marshall, pair of pliers I pry apart you
on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your nigga!
[rapid gunfire] 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 know I'm perfectly fit for murder
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 sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
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 weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they ears
I'm right here, why 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, when I rip his
This isn't just an
won't go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time alongside Eminem
So a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?