Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm
I could relax but I'd stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a 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! 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 on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin feet you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium 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
It's neck work, get her on, you and me both
Break bread I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the
through 'em and laughed
Came back an after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start shakin ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the more amazin than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of I pry apart you
Lump on head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] FUCK YO' NIGGA!
You're fuck the world with your middle finger up
While I'm here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me to O.J. to Glove
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your sounds
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 bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
day and good night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
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 fear in the heart of you tight
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that weird that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's after polishin 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 to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This just an infection
This go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside
So tell a to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?