Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
Double of Bacardi, party, vision 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 on the bad news I'm baring, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna to blow
Now your fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're givin me
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm 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, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
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 Rick James is shootin up house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your finger up
While I'm over here shovin my in a hole in the mud
My bitch I'm perfectly fit for murder
I murdered 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 that mean Nickel?) It's a if you eatin
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Light-years
of my mic peers, quite scary 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 cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his ninth
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they ears
I'm right here, why 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, when I rip his
This isn't just an
This won't go away with penicillin
Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, I exhibit
to be non-contagious yet anybody 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 friend write a hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?