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' focus
Woo, Long
(Lay seats 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 murderers
Man, we own these streets and the freaks they us
We ain't worried 'bout you
(Slaughterhouse)

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

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

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

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

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

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

We, we, we murderers
Man, we own these and the freaks they 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 disrespect to the
If we ain't who you to hear
Somethin' wrong with your eyes and ears

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

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

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

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

I'm what no 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 hire the hitman

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

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