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 friends me too

Now I back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a wax candles then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're 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 feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, givin me wood
You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a
It's neck work, get her on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a
Now who's your 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 from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start your ass
Slaughterhouse in the with the caucasian of rap
and Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal of pliers 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 the linin
I pull it out and flip partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is up your house nigga!
[rapid gunfire] FUCK YO' NIGGA!
You're fuck the world with your middle finger up
I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud
My know I'm perfectly fit for murder
because I murdered her, so you can call me to O.J. to Glove
I got a of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you
Get a beat terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
Good day and night, Ortiz yo where the FUCK you at?

[Joell
I'm right here in my Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the of you tight squares
I the art, of you nice swear (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter my dear
Uncle Al's breath 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 hooked to IV as (?) well you look at my pee
And this joint, no exception, so just a direction
And the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine
This just an infection
won't go away with penicillin injections
Millions of questions arose they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, when I lit up pen
I emitted this phlegm, this time it's Eminem
So tell a friend to a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?