Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax then black
out and relapse 'til I act Jack and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's
shot 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
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna to blow
Now your fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn you look good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull over a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me
bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf
Now who's 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 on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn from the dash
Went through 'em and
Came back an hour after the and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So fakin the funk and start 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, where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like are a couple 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
I'm over 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 on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, in mad cerebral
You on last burrito!
(What that Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin
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 look at a
Where my book at? I write in the heart 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 after polishin off his ninth
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears
I'm here, why wouldn't 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
This isn't just an
This won't go with penicillin injections
Millions of questions after they did an inspection, what I exhibit
seems to be non-contagious yet can get it
Aw shit it, I did it again, I lit up this pen
I emitted phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is