Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, make noooooise!
Aww shit,
Y'all 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 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, attitude's
Double of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I see shit, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and the show
has no on the bad news 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 your fuckin feet 'til you get to a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're givin me
You should, pull over like a with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
Break bread I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed
In other words I got the hood on like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the
Went 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn in half!
So stop fakin the funk and shakin your 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, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' 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 FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your finger up
While I'm here shovin my dick in a hole 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 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 Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

Ortiz]
I'm right here in my Airs, Buzz Light-years
of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I tracks a Holy feel, and they 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
isn't just an infection
This won't go away with injections
Millions of arose after 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 to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?