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 brought some friends me too

Now I back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, 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! occurrin 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 pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a
It's work, get her polly 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 flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start your ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head by a bar stool
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, 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 James is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world your middle finger up
While I'm over here shovin my dick in a in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Clowns
Blow your brains on your 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 if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm right 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 squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle breath after polishin off his ninth beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a feel, and they bite ears
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well 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 go away with penicillin injections
of questions 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, I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, time it's alongside Eminem
So a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?