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 for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
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 fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're givin me
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 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 like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a Jawbreaker in half!
So fakin the funk and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal 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' fire
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're fuck the world with your middle finger up
While I'm over here my dick 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
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where 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 book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's after polishin off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
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
isn't just an infection
This won't go away with penicillin
Millions of questions arose 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 emitted this phlegm, this it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to a friend write a disgustin hook
in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?