Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm
I could relax but I'd stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and
Burp bubbles, attitude's
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 before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
What is it, No, I'm pushin 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
pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt a hood
It's neck work, get her on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to a loaf
Now homie who's favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be the same 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, the damn airbags from the dash
Went through 'em and
Came back an hour after the and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop the funk and start shakin your ass
Slaughterhouse in the house with the of rap
and Just on the track, what the fuck's more amazin 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
on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' 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 like Rick is shootin up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world your middle finger up
While I'm here shovin 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 to O.J. to Glove
I got a Posse of Insane
Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a if you eatin
Get a beat then terrorize that like a Middle Eastern
on FIRE, nobody touchin that
Good day and good night, yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a
Where my book at? I fear in the heart of you tight squares
I the art, of you nice swear (?)
Is weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his beer
chill, listen, I swear
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and bite ears
I'm right here, why I be?
Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just point a
And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
isn't just an infection
This won't go away with injections
Millions of questions arose they did an inspection, what I exhibit
to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, when I lit up pen
I emitted this phlegm, this it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend write a hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the is Crook?