Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Murderers

This is the life, we
I ain't with the leanin' and
That ain't 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?)
Where we bring them llamas out, bloaw

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

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

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

Dineri, see I'm a genius
Bury niggaz 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 death to that shady street
Where the cocaine business and 80's meet
Where them is backwards
I'm ridin' with my in the front with the A.K. in the baby seat

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

Independently pennin' the best words that were ever
The mixture of 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?)
Where we bring them llamas out, bloaw

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

Yeah, hip-hop, I am here
You Yeah, and I'm aware
A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's
And that's no to the pioneers
If we ain't who you tryin' to
Somethin' either wrong 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' Eddie Levert my son on stage

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

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

Or sometimes I my hand around his throat
'Cause he think his kick is slick or his snare is dope
Shoot the bass in the face but 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 your label got big
Listen to this fam, slide a dough out that budget
And hire the instrumental

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

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