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 some friends me too

Now I ain't back just for the of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack on tracks
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act 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 me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
What is it, No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna to blow
Now stomp your fuckin 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a
neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm over this game to pinch a loaf
Now who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came back an hour 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, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your upside-down like y'all are a couple 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 in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for
I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane
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?) It's a wrap if you
Get a beat terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, scary to look at a nightmare
Where my at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and bite ears
I'm right here, why I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
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 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 this phlegm, this time it's Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in shark and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?