Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, some noooooise!
Aww shit,
ready 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 just sayin I'm
I relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and
Burp bubbles, attitude's
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 news I'm baring,
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now your fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
baby you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite 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 airbags from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came back an hour the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the and start shakin your ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head by a bar stool
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' Marshall
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip your partner like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your middle up
While I'm over shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My know 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
your 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 mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a
Where my book at? I write in the heart of you tight squares
I the art, of you nice swear (?)
Is that weird cause that made me than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a feel, and they bite ears
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
This just an infection
This go away with penicillin injections
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, when I lit up pen
I this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?