Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

* This has two parts:
A. "The cutting edge of hardcore 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 is this Ign-ant MC
And this is our new single
OUR NEW

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

Verse One: MC

come the craziest niggaz on earth
Cutthroats, ever since
Blood and guts are gonna
'cause it's murder murder, and kill kill kill
in my holster
Barb-wire rope, and I'll hang ya like a
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 the dress code is

Verse Ign-ant MC

Raiders and Kings gear
Only black and I don't know how to act
no more... so come and a chance and
Mess around with the black Charles
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!
is MC Negro
And this the MC
And this shit is real 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 murder, kill kill

B: Paula Perry, Masta Ase

One two, one two
This is Paula Perry and a brand new year
for the weak-ass, wack-ass
No-skills, negative,
to get shut down
They're Slaughta'd!
[Lord Digga] Death to the wack --> repeat 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too many wack records gettin
Too much money bein made, it's for the wack to get slayed
Take these suckas to war Ase, 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)
Here we go, the jeep (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Never hear me talking "I kill a man!!"
Started records but I'm still a fan
I'll take you down, I your crown
I you frown, I wake the town
Tick, check it out I rock your whole block
Got the funk in stock
With the boom, bashin, bass drum is
and crashin your walls, and monster mashin
Dashin, man with the kick, be flying
don't be trying, this trick cause I'm scien-
-tifical, ninety-nine wanna kill
to sound ill, you couldn't their brains with a drill
it...
*sound of a
a funny little house!]
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's a playpen
to my Slaughtahouse, there's no escapin
This is the place where freestyling
are like axes, and suckas get the chills
Drum is the cash, like the rash be itchin
for the and, everybody's talking like they're mean 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 see me with the gun in my hand
I, am not, with the standard
The man did, not do, what every man did
Candid, like the man Allen Funts
And there's nothing worse than, a rapper he fronts
So throw hands up in the air
If you don't care
the next man's life, you get the chair
In the
price a rapper must pay]

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

[Lord
This is a new year for motherfucker's heads to start burstin
Ase, Incorporated
Ase, Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Builder
Watch your back man
Your biggest in the mirror
Long is the road to freedom from
The Slaughtahouse, death
Death to the average wack MC's
And death of the man, turned killer man