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, Beach
(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 they us
We ain't worried you fuckers
(Slaughterhouse)

murderer, blame Rakim
I'm a sniper shootin' my way into 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
I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
This is how a record
With the double edged triple syllable sword, I'm than all

Dineri, see I'm a genius
Bury niggaz with words, a cemetery
Most rappers are 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 cocaine business and 80's meet
them niggaz is backwards
I'm ridin' with my daughter in the front with the A.K. in the baby

We copycat killers, unleashin' venom
them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em
Lyrics be high quality, bitches be givin' me
My dick be in they heads 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
to the Slaughterhouse
(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 worried you fuckers
(Slaughterhouse)

Yeah, hip-hop, I am here
You dyin'? Yeah, and I'm
A so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears
And no disrespect to the pioneers
If we ain't who you to hear
Somethin' wrong 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 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 to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger

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

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

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

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