Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

Ladies and gentlemen, make noooooise!
Aww shit,
ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well I some 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, a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
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 durin' the
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp your fuckin feet 'til you get to a hoe
It's pandemonium standin O you see him, oh
Damn you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over like a with a hood
neck work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break bread I'm coppin 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 Kanye he crashed
In other words I got the hood on smash like I on the gas
Destroyed the end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the 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, pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a 69'in
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
[rapid FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
screamin fuck the world with your middle finger up
While I'm over here my dick in a hole in the mud
My bitch know I'm fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
day and good night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is that weird cause that made me than my dear
Uncle Al's breath polishin off his ninth 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 you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a
And record the oink, when I rip his intestine
This isn't just an
This go away with penicillin injections
of questions arose after 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 tell a friend to tell a write a disgustin hook
in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?