Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I relax 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
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, 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 on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to
Now stomp your fuckin feet you get to squishin a hoe
pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your pain in the ass?
Who claims to be the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on smash like I on the gas
Destroyed the front end, the damn airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So fakin the funk and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
like Rick James is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world your middle finger up
While I'm here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for
because I murdered her, so you can call me to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane
Blow your on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then that bitch like a Middle Eastern
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter 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 here, why wouldn't I be?
Just waitin to be to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
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 shit it, I did it again, when I lit up pen
I emitted this phlegm, this it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?