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 some friends with me too

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm
I relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, immaturin'
shot 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 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 cushion to blow
Now stomp your feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's pandemonium O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, pull over a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's work, get her polly on, you and me both
bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite 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
the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
Went 'em and laughed
Came back an hour 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 more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce 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 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down y'all 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 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 of Insane Clowns
Blow your on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you
Get a beat then terrorize that like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the you at?

Ortiz]
I'm here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write in the heart of you tight squares
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
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they ears
I'm right here, why I be?
Just waitin to be to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee
And joint, no exception, so just point a direction
And the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
isn't just an infection
This won't go away with penicillin
Millions of questions arose they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this it's alongside Eminem
So a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?