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 friends with me too

Now I ain't back just for the of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's
Double 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 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 suck my dick on the 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 baby you look good, you're givin me
You should, over like a sweat-shirt with a hood
neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye he crashed
In other I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop the funk 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, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip partner 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 world your middle finger up
While I'm over shovin 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 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?) a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody 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 book at? I fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears
I'm right here, why I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you at my pee
And joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And record the pig's oink, I rip his intestine
This isn't an infection
This won't go away with injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, I exhibit
to be non-contagious yet anybody 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 water and swim, yo where the fuck is