Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Murderers

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

You're nothin' without
Woo, Long
(Lay your back)
New
(Turn your up)

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

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

Lyrical murderer, blame
I'm a sniper shootin' my way into lame top 10
Pistol at your head if I next to Eminem
Then I bust in your face like I'm Lil' Kim

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

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

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

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

Independently pennin' the words that were ever said
The of Leatherhead and Everclear
You can't hide, we
Now, a grizzly standin' next to a teddy bear

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

We, we, we murderers
Man, we own these streets and the freaks they us
We ain't worried 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 disrespect to the
If we ain't who you tryin' to
Somethin' either wrong with eyes and ears

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

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

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

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

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

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

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