Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Noises

Life handed me
I jump back in the eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect by
Guess who, what's happening
told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that and I
Said "fuck it" a capital I
Look who's to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off fagot and die
You right back a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit,
get to the back of the line
You wanna get your at me what kinda crap is that
Battle, kind of rapper
Would I be I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky and go ala la la la
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my
That's why I thinking about you,
I don't got time and I told you a thousand
So how can I find the time to put an battery
In Royce's and at the same time put Juice in mine?
Slaughterhouse is signed

Slaughterhouse!

I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics
Then I let you witness when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the the sickest feeling
Like mixing Benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the with a written
Can you my pistol drilling?
A million women and when I'm illing
But it real, it's a rap
On the real, it's a
How could you stop the Apocalypse
I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis as a kid
Popping the at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his rocking the Slaughterish
and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish, my dominance
prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so politics now
I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of hip hop genre,
Bitch!

Slaughterhouse!

Lyrically I'm a cocaine
Ability brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cowboy
Wait wait, did I go almost four bars
Without talking my big dick?
The other day me and thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn't my shit, wait I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am
While I'm rhyming standing a big old white bear
one of us fight fair,
You are literally at Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white boy ain't got to jump no where I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm bitch's dream
One, two I'm for you, I'm a big old (big old) nightmare!
Nigga this the slaughter up
I'll pretty much slap ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap your ass
And tell you to shut the fuck up up
And that's how you body a beat

Slaughterhouse!

I should be the one goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my
Hit the button on top watch the drop
O O dot dot O,
When I drop I go space
Blackout like Darth face
Placed in a molten
Say something and get them
Mama poppa pouring out
Mia, 'em' pass me the seeds
It's a disease that's in the Slaughterhouse
jet boy go home, better yet boy G four chrome,
Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio
I'm not any old homeboy
in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck suffering when the trigger blast
I'ma put your on your fitted hat
Where the at? Sip of yak
That bitch and a track I'ma get into that
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I to the West
we're tired of living at
New York here's a piggyback to the motherland
Hold on man, on the other hand get down
I'm gutter fam, gun butt you the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna
I don't a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up you piece of shit
You weak, I'm the one, capiche?

Slaughterhouse!

Insane they call us
How you married to the
But you probably shouldn't have came to the
bar like propane for the sawed-off, used ya hand to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamon's imminent
All of you marauders, that's women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of
your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I'm administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and
something's wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the to me
When I fix the game they'll think shit came a warranty
How the fuck are they stop when I was born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along me
Or sit your fagot ass there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is to be Ru Paul
Ain't nobody that's real ever y'all
to none and I'm dealing with Marshall
This I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta me but you'll respect me
Niggas who never met me me, want to Gillete me
off soft, I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it's some said he deserve an ESPY
In a like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be

Slaughterhouse!