Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax then black
out and relapse 'til I act Daniels and yack
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! What's before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
What is it, No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to
Now stomp your feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over this to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye he crashed
In words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, the damn airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn in half!
So stop fakin the funk and shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
Designed by a
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with middle finger up
While I'm here shovin 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 to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on last burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a
Where my at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears
I'm right here, why I be?
waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a
And record the pig's oink, I rip his intestine
This just an infection
This won't go away with injections
Millions of arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet 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 write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?