Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
What is it, No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna to blow
Now stomp fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're me wood
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be the same 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, the damn airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start shakin ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, where 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
Designed by a
I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with middle finger up
While I'm over shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My know 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 Insane
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 mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that weird cause that made me than my dear
Uncle breath 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 when you at my pee
And joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't an infection
won't go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I
seems to be yet anybody can get it
Aw it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?