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 just for the sake of just I'm back
I could but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles 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 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,
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm you out the do'
So suck my on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow
Now stomp fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe
It's standin O when you see him, oh
Damn baby you look good, you're me wood
You should, over like a sweat-shirt with a hood
It's work, get her polly on, you and me both
Break while I'm coppin over this game to pinch 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 smash I stepped 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 Jawbreaker in half!
So stop 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, verbal pair of pliers I pry you
on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked the linin
I pull it out and flip your partner like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your nigga!
[rapid gunfire] FUCK YO' NIGGA!
You're screamin fuck the with your middle finger up
While I'm over here shovin my dick in a 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 Posse of Insane
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 mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin
Get a then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern
Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody that
Good day and good night, Ortiz yo where the you at?

Ortiz]
I'm here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years
ahead of my mic peers, quite to look at a nightmare
Where my at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you swear (?)
Is that weird cause that me hotter than my dear
Al's breath after polishin off his ninth beer
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 hooked to IV as (?) 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 just an infection
won't go away with penicillin 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 this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to a friend write a disgustin hook
Jump in water and swim, yo where the fuck is Crook?