Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughtahouse *

* This has two parts:
A. "The cutting edge of hardcore rap; the most stuff
for 1993" -- gangsta parody following the "Classroom"
B. Paula Perry the _real_ Slaughtahouse

A:

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

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

Verse One: MC

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

Yeah, yo MC

Show these niggaz what the code is

Verse Two: MC

Strictly and Kings gear
Only wear black and I know how to act
no more... so and take a chance and
Mess around with the black Manson
Body parts in the
I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer but I'll 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, it's called 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
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] to the wack MC's --> repeat 4X
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
Too many suckas, too wack records gettin played
Too much money bein made, time for the wack to get slayed
Take suckas to war Ase, take em to war!

It's the jeep (ass niguh), it's the (ass niguh)
know about the jeep (ass niguh)
It's the jeep (ass niguh), the jeep (ass niguh)
Here we go, with the (ass niguh) (Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)
hear me talking "I could kill a man!!"
Started making but I'm still a fan
take you down, I break your crown
I make you frown, I 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 bedroom walls, and monster
Dashin, man with the kick, be flying
Kids don't be trying, this trick I'm scien-
-tifical, ninety-nine rappers wanna
to sound ill, you couldn't their brains with a drill
it...
*sound of a
[What a funny house!]
(Welcome to the Slaughtahouse!)

Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, it's a playpen
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, there's no
This is the place freestyling skills
are sharp like axes, and get the chills
Drum is the cash, like the you'll be itchin
for the green and, everybody's talking they're mean and
crazy, oh baby, ready, for this yo
me, a poster, holdin, a pistol
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, every other man did
Candid, just the man Allen Funts
And there's nothing worse than, a rapper when he
So your hands up in the air
If you really don't
about the next life, you get the chair
In the
[The price a rapper must

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

[Lord
This is a brand new for motherfucker's heads to start burstin
Masta Ase,
Ase, Digga, Shiloh, Eyceurok, the Brooklynites
And the Floor
Watch your back man
Your biggest in the mirror
Long is the to freedom from self-destruction
The Slaughtahouse, breeds
to the *faggot-ass* average wack MC's
And of the original man, turned killer man