Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on
Couple Xanax, light a wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
What is it, No, I'm pushin 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
It's pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're me wood
You should, pull over 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 who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn in half!
So stop the funk and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin 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 your head designed by a bar
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your middle up
While I'm over here 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 Insane
Blow your brains on your ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that like a Middle Eastern
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that made me than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his ninth
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a feel, and they bite ears
I'm right here, why I be?
waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This isn't just an
This go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
to be non-contagious 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 friend to a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?