Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Noises

Life me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and lemon juice in it
By now you just I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to zooming by
Guess who, what's happening
They told me to shit, I fell off pot
Hopped right back up on crapper and I
"fuck it" with a capital I
Look who's back to
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 shot at me what kinda crap is that
Battle, kind of rapper
Would I be before I let another think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his twat and go ala la la la
Girl my head space is limited, even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't about you,
I don't got and I told you a thousand times
So how can I the time to put an alkaline battery
In Royce's back and at the same put Juice in mine?
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is

Slaughterhouse!

I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my killing
Then I let you shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest
Like some Benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the with a written
Can you picture my drilling?
A million and children when I'm illing
But it isn't real, a rap
On the real, it's a
How could you possibly stop the
When I'm atomic the populous
Shock the hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the
and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a slash novelist
I'm in this to demolish, establish my dominance
Over prominent you popping shit till you opposite
I can ominous so spit politics now
I'm Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre,
Bitch!

Slaughterhouse!

Lyrically I'm a cocaine
Ability told it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine
Wait wait, did I go almost four bars
talking about my big dick?
The other day me and thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake
And then we walked and she tried to jack me off but she lost
she couldn't handle my shit, wait I sweared
Irony of is I am bipolar
While I'm standing beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fair,
You are literally looking at and Wesley in a movie
With a boy ain't got to jump no where 'cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every dream
One, two I'm for you, I'm a big old (big old) nightmare!
this the slaughter stepping up
I'll much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After I'll slap your ass again
And tell you to shut the up shutting up
And that's how you a fucking beat

Slaughterhouse!

I should be the one goes slow
Get a stopwatch, my flow
Hit the button on top the drug drop
O O dot dot O,
When I I go outer space
like Darth Vader's face
Placed in a shower
Say and get them proper
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, Holmes
I'm not any old homeboy
in a lab picking up a pad
I be bad, I'ma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck suffering succotash when the blast
put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the at? Sip of yak
That and a vicious track I'ma get into that
Sly Pro to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West
Like tired of living at
New York here's a ride to the motherland
Hold on brother man, on the other get down
I'm fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I wanna beef
I don't want a piece, I want it all boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna up you rough piece of shit
You weak, I'm the one, capiche?

Slaughterhouse!

Insane what they us
How you married to the
But you probably shouldn't have came to the
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, ya hand to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my imminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that's at war
Men will you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter?
your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I'm administering supporters, got an aura more Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the to me
When I fix the game think shit came with a warranty
How the are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along me
Or sit fagot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is to be Ru Paul
Ain't nobody that's real ever y'all
Second to and I'm dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal the blue balls
You ain't fear me but you'll respect me
who never met me threaten me, want to Gillete me
Coming off soft, I got machetes
Swinging like it's heavy some said he deserve an ESPY
In a like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be

Slaughterhouse!