Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

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

A:

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

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

Verse MC Negro

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

Yeah, yo MC

Show these niggaz what the code is

Verse Ign-ant MC

Strictly and Kings gear
Only wear black and I know how to act
no more... so come and a chance and
Mess around the black Charles Manson
Body in the freezer
I'm not Dahmer but I'll slaughta ya momma
So up the do'
To the Slaughtahouse, so I can a little mo'

Yeahhh,
Yeah!
This is MC
And the Ign-ant MC
And this is real over here, motherfucker, real real
This is the brand new LP, called _Brains on the Sidewalk_
on the sidewalk!
And all we do now
Is murder murder, kill kill kill

Part B: Paula Perry, Ase

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

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

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, like a playpen
to my Slaughtahouse, there's no escapin
This is the place freestyling skills
are sharp axes, and suckas get the chills
Drum is the cash, the rash you'll be itchin
for the and, everybody's talking like they're mean 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 other man did
Candid, just like the man Funts
And nothing worse than, a rapper when he fronts
So your hands up in the air
If you really don't
about the next man's life, you get the
In the
[The price a rapper pay]

Whassup kid you hear that new album on the Sidewalk_?
Yeah it's FAT
Yeah I like part
MURDER MURDER, and KILL KILL KILL
Yaknow that's what it's all
Yeah I'm gonna be just like when I grow up
You think I

Digga]
This is a new year for motherfucker's heads to start burstin
Ase, Incorporated
Ase, Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Builder
your back black man
Your enemy's in the mirror
Long is the road to freedom from
The Slaughtahouse, death
Death to the *faggot-ass* average wack
And of the original man, turned killer man