Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, some noooooise!
Aww shit,
ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well I some 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 on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax then black
out and 'til I act Jack Daniels 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 me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! occurrin 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 couch if you wanna to blow
Now stomp your fuckin feet 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 like a sweat-shirt a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm coppin over this to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite pain in the
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he
In other words I got the hood on smash I stepped on the gas
the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start your ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on head designed by a bar stool
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's Rick James is shootin up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your finger up
While I'm over here shovin my dick in a in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you
Get a beat then that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write in the heart of you tight squares
I the art, of you nice swear (?)
Is that cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's after polishin 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 hooked to IV as (?) when you look at my pee
And joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This isn't an infection
won't go away with penicillin 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, when I lit up pen
I emitted this phlegm, this it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?