Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles black
out and 'til 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 get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're in
trouble! What's before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna to blow
Now stomp fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're me wood
You should, over like 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 homie who's your favorite in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on smash I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and
Came back an hour the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and 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 Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry you
Lump on your 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 upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin the world with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shovin my in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
ahead of my mic peers, scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his beer
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just a direction
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't an infection
won't go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions 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 friend write a disgustin
in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?