Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Club Remix

[Intro: Joe
and gentlemen!
Frequency, I
The new fight club up in bitch (Slaughterhouse)
We go by the name of
We outta here, one rule
No rule, no

I]
Joey, no rules, gunshots, no
No jewels, say I got robbed
I'm still wearin my
And fuck first class, I fly on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American
Make it rain, I ain't Pacman
Nigga, balls and my all a black man owns

Budden]
If you in that man's zone, how you figure to
Can't bowl a 300 in another lane
Better aim, you with a 7-10 split

[Crooked I] That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10

[Joell
I've been nice since "227" man,
I am sick and I'm gettin better, that's it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin to sever that prick
Like a group broke up I will dismember clique

Da 5'9"]
I'm a veteran, remember that
We some internet rappers, why you on our internet dicks?
We'll be there it's war callin
Either we high or we fly or the fallin
I'm a Tommy gun it no best
The rap game like a St. verses New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of 2's and 3's like zone defense

Budden]
[sighs] Please get at dudes (nah, you beast 'em)
Hold up won't stop, can't stop, pops
Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall like a bank shot
Get it a cokehead's a thin line
between friend or foe, let the shit disappear
This fiscal year I'ma hot buzzin
with dudes help me shoot like A-Rod cousin
Walk in my and your feet get callous
from Jersey to Caesars Palace
I with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged
Real talk, where all us be without it?
Slaughterhouse no fear - too many
Tyson Chandler to leave they team and went nowhere

I]
Like Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a clip (whoa!)
Niggaz used to run when they saw face
Faster Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me the incident took place
check the internet, check hood space
You dealin some intelligent creatures
I don't guns, I draw with telekinesis
No fingerprints on mag
I'm mixed with good and bad the Goodfellas and Jesus
First Biggie and Jay it
leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related
The bitch at the Shonie's me homie

[Joell
Ortiz, I'm the one and
Pick a spot, I pick you dudes who pick a part
ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'Pac
Niggaz hearts gettin sparked every time I a arc
to my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the
Tall corny niggaz ain't makin a bigger
I'll drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC
You unlucky, you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a bark

Da 5'9"]
Flick a dart through top hat
Weak MC's you rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't
Get it Your "ass" ain't famous
Quit talkin 'bout me ya ass ain't dangerous
They me Hustler because my mag game heinous
up to Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you
And I'ma come and show you that ya ass (Raymond)
every line me fuckin bitches
like the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the
Still pushin like a linebacker
And y'all
My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch, I call it the

[Outro: I]
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Y'all what it is man