Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Murderers

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

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

We we, we murderers
(Detroit)
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 love us
We ain't 'bout you fuckers
(Slaughterhouse)

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

Niggards, better pray to the lyrical
That I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the
This is how a record
the double edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller than all

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

Now you could walk through the of death next to that shady street
Where the verbal business and 80's meet
them 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, bitches be me brain
My dick be deep in heads like psychology

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

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

We, we, we lyrical
Man, we own these streets and the freaks they 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 wake I'll cry lion's
And that's no to the pioneers
If we who you tryin' to hear
Somethin' either with your eyes and ears

I came in this screamin' Jers'
an MC in our lane to try and merge
Try and run our wave
But I'm cool with bein' Eddie Levert my son on stage

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

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

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

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

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

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