Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I see shit, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
has no on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're me wood
You should, pull over like a with a hood
It's work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over game to pinch a loaf
Now homie your favorite pain 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
the front end, deployed the damn 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
Slaughterhouse in the house the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin that?
Slut, answer me that, where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
on your head designed by a bar stool
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 y'all are a 69'in
like Rick James is shootin up your house 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 know 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 Clowns
your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the you at?

Ortiz]
I'm right in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite to look at a nightmare
my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my
Uncle Al's breath after off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and 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 this joint, no exception, so just 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 arose after they did an inspection, what I
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I emitted phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?