Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Murderers

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

You're without focus
Woo, Beach
(Lay seats back)
New
(Turn speakers up)

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

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

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

Niggards, better pray to the Lord
That I fall off like the cord before I fill up the morgue
This is how a killer
With the double edged triple syllable sword, I'm than all

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

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

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

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

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 they love us
We ain't 'bout you fuckers
(Slaughterhouse)

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

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

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

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

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

I'm what no beat's to withstand
If you suffer from writer's block and your got big plans
Listen to this fam, slide a little out that budget
And hire the instrumental

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

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