Luyện nghe bài hát Session One

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

Now I ain't back just for the sake of sayin I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then
out and relapse 'til I act Daniels and yack
bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, is blurrin
Whoa-oh, I see shit, my words get to slurrin
Uh-oh! You can call me R. now, you're in
trouble! What's before, after, and durin' the show
has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring,
is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if you 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 polly on, you and me
Break bread while I'm coppin over this to pinch a loaf
Now homie who's your favorite in the ass?
Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye he crashed
In other words I got the hood on like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front end, deployed the airbags from the dash
through 'em and laughed
Came an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half!
So stop fakin the funk and start your ass
in the house with the caucasian of rap
and Just Blaze on the track, the fuck's more amazin than that?
Slut, me that, Royce where you at?

Da 5'9"]
I'm right here Fire Marshall, pair of pliers I pry apart you
on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a
Before I need to be hired, Io' fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the
I pull it out and flip your upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in
It's like Rick James is shootin up your nigga!
[rapid FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA!
You're screamin the world 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, in mad cerebral
You on last burrito!
(What that mean Nickel?) 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 right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz
ahead of my mic peers, scary to look at a nightmare
Where my book at? I write in the heart of you tight squares
I harbor the art, of you nice (?)
Is weird cause that made me hotter than my dear
Uncle breath after polishin off his ninth beer
Homie chill, listen, I
I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite
I'm here, why wouldn't I be?
Just to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look 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 after 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 it's alongside Eminem
So tell a friend to tell a friend a disgustin hook
Jump in shark water and swim, yo where the fuck is