Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd stack ammo on tracks
Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black
out and relapse I act Jack Daniels and yack
Burp bubbles, attitude's
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to
Uh-oh! You can me R. Kelly now, you're in
trouble! occurrin before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad I'm baring, whoa
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the if you wanna cushion to blow
Now your fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you good, you're givin me wood
You should, pull like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's neck work, get her on, you and me both
Break bread while I'm coppin over game to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm when he crashed
In words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident and bit a 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, what the fuck's more than that?
Slut, answer me that, Royce you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head by a bar stool
by a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' Marshall
The 9 against the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple
It's like Rick is shootin up your house nigga!
gunfire] FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the world with your 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 opposite ear, and ask you how brain sounds
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad
You on your burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) a wrap if you eatin
Get a beat terrorize that 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
of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my
Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his ninth
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a feel, and they bite ears
I'm here, why wouldn't 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, 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 shit it, I did it again, I lit up this pen
I emitted this phlegm, this it's alongside Eminem
So a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo the fuck is Crook?