Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

* song has two parts:
A. "The edge of hardcore rap; the most innovative stuff
for 1993" -- gangsta parody the "Classroom" skit
B. Paula introduces the _real_ Slaughtahouse

A:

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

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

Verse One: MC

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

Yeah, yo MC

Show these niggaz what the code is

Verse Ign-ant MC

Strictly Raiders and Kings
Only black and I don't know how to act
no more... so and take a chance and
Mess around with the Charles Manson
parts in the freezer
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 the Ign-ant MC
And this shit is real over here, motherfucker, real
is the brand new LP, it's called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
on the sidewalk!
And all we do now
Is murder murder, kill kill kill

Part B: Perry, Masta Ase

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

It's the jeep (ass niguh), the jeep (ass niguh)
know 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 hear me talking "I could a man!!"
Started making but I'm still 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 in stock
the boom, bashin, bass drum is smashin
and crashin your bedroom walls, and mashin
Dashin, man with the kick, that be
don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien-
-tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna
to sound ill, you couldn't find brains with a drill
it...
*sound of a
a funny little house!]
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, like a playpen
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, no escapin
This is the place where freestyling
are sharp axes, and suckas get the chills
Drum is the cash, like the rash you'll be
for the green and, everybody's talking like they're and
crazy, oh baby, ready, for this yo
Make me, a poster, holdin, a
I can be the (man)
I can be the (man)
Cause they see me the gun in my hand
I, am not, down the standard
The man did, not do, what every man did
Candid, just the man Allen Funts
And there's nothing worse than, a rapper he fronts
So throw hands up in the air
If you really don't
about the next life, you get the chair
In the
[The price a rapper pay]

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

Digga]
This is a brand new year for motherfucker's heads to start
Masta Ase,
Ase, Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Floor
Watch back black man
Your biggest in the mirror
Long is the road to from self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, death
Death to the *faggot-ass* wack MC's
And of the original man, turned killer man