Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

* This song has two
A. "The cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative
for 1993" -- gangsta parody following the "Classroom"
B. Paula introduces the _real_ Slaughtahouse

A:

(Yeah... yeah... yeah...)
This is MC
And is this Ign-ant MC
And this is our new single
OUR NEW

This shit is called
Negro! Coming off our last LP
LP
_Shit's Real Motherfuckers Dead_
em dead
And this is how we rock shit for the nine-tray

Verse One: MC

Here come the niggaz on earth
Cutthroats, ever since
Blood and are gonna spill
'cause it's murder murder murder, and kill kill
in my holster
Barb-wire rope, and I'll hang ya a poster
So when I my axe you better drop
Cause I'm "swing swing, and chop chop chop" in the Slaughtahouse

Yeah, yo MC

Show niggaz what the dress code is

Verse Ign-ant MC

Strictly Raiders and gear
Only wear black and I don't how to act
no more... so come and a chance and
Mess with the black Charles Manson
Body parts in the
I'm not Jeffrey but I'll slaughta ya momma
So up the do'
To the Slaughtahouse, so I can kill a mo'

Yeahhh,
Yeah!
This is MC
And this the MC
And this shit is over here, motherfucker, real real
This is the new LP, it's called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
on the sidewalk!
And all we do now
Is murder murder, kill kill kill

B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase

One two, one two
This is Paula Perry and it's a new year
Time for the weak-ass,
No-skills, negative,
MC's to get shut
They're Slaughta'd!
[Lord Digga] Death to the wack --> repeat 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too wack records gettin played
Too much bein made, it's time for the wack to get slayed
Take suckas to war Ase, take em to war!

It's the (ass niguh), it's the jeep (ass niguh)
Whatcha about the jeep (ass niguh)
It's the jeep (ass niguh), the jeep (ass niguh)
we go, with the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Never me talking "I could kill a man!!"
Started making records but I'm a fan
I'll take you down, I your crown
I make you frown, I wake the
Tick, check it out tock I rock your whole
Got the funk dialect in
the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin
and crashin your bedroom walls, and monster
Dashin, man with the kick, be flying
Kids don't be trying, trick cause I'm scien-
-tifical, rappers wanna kill
to sound ill, you couldn't find their with a drill
it...
*sound of a
[What a little house!]
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's like a
to my Slaughtahouse, there's no escapin
This is the place where skills
are like axes, and suckas get the chills
Drum is the cash, like the rash be itchin
for the green and, everybody's talking like they're and
crazy, oh baby, you're ready, for yo
Make me, a poster, holdin, a
I can be the (man)
I can be the (man)
Cause they see me with the gun in my
I, am not, down with the
The man did, not do, what every man did
Candid, just the man Allen Funts
And there's worse than, a rapper when he fronts
So throw your up in the air
If you really care
about the man's life, you get the chair
In the
[The price a must pay]

Whassup kid you hear that new _Brains on the Sidewalk_?
Yeah FAT right?
Yeah I like part
MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL
Yaknow that's it's all about
Yeah I'm gonna be like that when I grow up
You I ain't?

[Lord
This is a brand new year for motherfucker's to start burstin
Ase, Incorporated
Ase, Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Builder
Watch back black man
Your enemy's in the mirror
is the road to freedom from self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, breeds
Death to the *faggot-ass* wack MC's
And death of the man, turned killer man