Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax then black
out and relapse I act Jack Daniels and yack
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and 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 on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin 'til you get to squishin 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 on, you and me both
bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your pain 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, deployed the airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start shakin ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the 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 Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry you
Lump on head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple
It's like Rick James is shootin up your nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
screamin fuck the world with your middle finger up
While I'm here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to
I got a Posse of Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a if you eatin
Get a beat terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
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 than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a 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 this joint, no exception, so just a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
isn't just an infection
This won't go away with penicillin
of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be yet anybody 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
in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?