Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Murderers

This is the life, we
I ain't with the and rockin'
That even seen as a option

nothin' without focus
Woo, Beach
(Lay your back)
New
(Turn your up)

We we, we lyrical
(Detroit)
Welcome to the
(What you 'bout?)
Where we bring them verbal llamas out,

We, we, we murderers
Man, we own these streets and the freaks love us
We ain't worried 'bout you
(Slaughterhouse)

Lyrical murderer, blame
I'm a sniper shootin' my way your lame top 10
Pistol at your head if I ain't to Eminem
I bust in your face like I'm fuckin' Lil' Kim

Niggards, better to the lyrical Lord
That I off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
is how a killer record
With the double edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller all

Dineri, see I'm a literary
Bury niggaz with words, a cemetery
Most are comedy gold
They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole, they of shit

Now you could walk through the shadow of death next to that street
Where the cocaine business and 80's meet
Where them is backwards
I'm ridin' with my daughter in the front the A.K. in the baby seat

We them copycat killers, venom
Commit lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em
Lyrics be high quality, be givin' me brain
My dick be deep in they heads psychology

Independently pennin' the best words were ever said
The mixture of and Everclear
You hide, we everywhere
Now, picture a grizzly standin' next to a teddy

We we, we murderers
to the Slaughterhouse
(What you 'bout?)
we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw

We, we, we lyrical
Man, we own these streets and the freaks love us
We worried 'bout you fuckers
(Slaughterhouse)

Yeah, hello hip-hop, I am
You Yeah, and I'm aware
A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's
And that's no to the pioneers
If we ain't who you to hear
Somethin' either wrong with your eyes and

I came in this screamin' Jers'
Ain't an MC in our lane to try and
Try and run our wave
But I'm with bein' Eddie Levert seein' my son on stage

Gun gon' blaze, act up in this
And I'm a be Nate Robinson and up the point
Your run's over, run us or get run over
I'm here to save this and I brung soldiers

This is lyrical
Me and every have a physical merger
When I it in the chest I'm a bit of a curver
So it bleeds to death, the middle of a unfinished burger

Or I wrap my hand around his throat
he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope
Shoot the in the face but sometimes I carry a rope
To hang the piano keys when hittin' every note

I'm what no able to withstand
If you suffer from block and your label got big plans
Listen to this fam, slide a little dough out that
And the instrumental hitman

We we, we lyrical
Welcome to the
(What you 'bout?)
Where we bring them llamas out, bloaw

We, we, we murderers
Man, we own these streets and the freaks they us
We worried 'bout you fuckers
(Slaughterhouse)