Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then
out and relapse I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to
Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So suck my dick on the if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a
Now homie who's your favorite in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same 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, the damn airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and
Came an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the 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, 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
by a cartoon
Before I to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a 69'in
It's Rick James is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] FUCK YO' NIGGA!
You're screamin the world with your middle finger up
While I'm over here my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can me Nickel to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
ahead of my mic peers, quite to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that weird cause made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so point a direction
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
This isn't just an
This won't go away penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose they did an inspection, what I exhibit
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 it's alongside
So tell a friend to a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?